Check Two off the Bucket List

I'm sure if you ask most people my age, they've got a long list of things to accomplish in life; a Bucket List, if you will.

Say for example, skydiving, seeing a Beatle in person {check one for me}, climbing a mountain, seeing their children grow up & successful, etc, etc, blah, blah....

Those are all good for me, who doesn't want to raise successful children? Who wouldn't want to climb a mountain? Those are all fabulous aspirations. Fabulous.

My aspirations, You ask? Oh, well.

I'd just love to make it through the day with out spilling a bowl of rice & gravy on the floor.

I'd love to make it through the week without having to vacuum my house more than three times.

I think it'd be FABULOUS to make it once in one hour without yelling about the most ridiculous things that shouldn't mean a hill of beans in the long run.

Because, seriously, this time is gonna pass before I know it.

This time of messiness & chaos are going to be replaced with quietness & teenage hormones.

At that time I will wish I had more time to kneel on the floor next to them while they let me wipe their faces clean from the millions of oreos they just gobbled 1 hour before supper time.

sigh...

Actually, the ones I need to check off the bucket list today are:

Number 1. Having an MRI. Not just any old MRI but a Brain Contrast MRI. What is a Brain Contrast MRI, you ask? Well, if you do what I did & Googled it the night before, you might find side affects as such:
nausea, vomiting, dizziness, fainting, not to mention, the shot of dye they put in your arm midway through the testing phase.

"HaHa!! Finished? Not yet, Hon. You're only half-way done. We've still gotta put the dye in your arm & push you BACK in that there mind numbing tunnel you just hyperventilated in."

Which brings me to

Bucket List

Number 2. Hyperventilating in aforementioned MRI Test.
Yes folks. It happened. In the 90 second prep-time before the sweetest nurse in the world pushed me into what I thought was gonna be the tunnel-of-death, my heart started beating fast.
Really fast.

I thought I had it all together. I thought I did. She gave me this bulb thingy to squeeze if "I needed her" & "we can talk through intercom."

Whatever, I giggled.

I closed my eyes when she began pushing me in. I didn't open them until I felt the bed stop & there.I.was. My face about three inches away from the tunnel. Oh yeah, there was a plastic type mask over my face that was in between me & the three inches of the tunnel.

Yep.

I squeezed the bulb that I had just giggled at. I squeezed it four more times.

Intercom: How ya doin', Hon?

Me: Um, can I have a minute?

Intercom: Do you want me to pull you out?

Me: Yes, um, FAST.

Intercom: I'm coming.

Me {trying not to rip that mask off as I come out into fresh air}: I'm really sorry. This is happening all so fast. I mean, I just have headaches. I feel fine. Do I really have to do this?

Intercom Nurse: {patting my shoulder, handing me a tissue} Well, you don't have to do anything you don't want to but wouldn't you like to know what could be causing your headaches? It's going to be okay. {handing me another tissue} It'll only take about 25 minutes & I'll talk to you the entire way through.

Me: sniff, sniff, okay, I'm good. I'll be fine now. Thanks for the tissue.

Truly, after the meltdown, even through the clicking & loud knocking noises the machine makes, that was the best quiet time I've had in the last few weeks.

Seriously, I'll NEVER google a procedure again.

Well, at least not the night before.

Just for worries sake, even though no one reads this besides my family {and you all know the test results already} all the tests came back negative for anything wrong with my head.

MRI's don't show lack of sanity due to two-year-old-twins.

p.s. as they were pulling me out of the tunnel for the dye shot, I apologized for "earlier" and another nurse walked in giggling, "don't worry, EVERYONE cries."

Whatever.