I went to imaging before my appointment and asked to talk to someone about the MRI table shaking. The receptionist called someone and told me to wait.
After about 10 minutes, a guy in a suit and some tall student in a tie (no coat) came out and we sat down in the hall (not the waiting area). He had me explain the table shaking and the heat from it, then said,
"Our imaging machines are not like anywhere else. We have had researchers modify them to do more detailed images." :
He went on to explain that they get 25 additional images when the machine is in that 'shaking' cycle, and blah blah....he throws out language I don't understand.....and that it is normal and they should have the technicians tell you before it starts.
I then tell him that I couldn't HEAR the technician and we discuss that whole thing. He says he will bring this up at the next staff meeting. Mmmmkay.
I don't know how I feel about researchers tinkering with machines like that. I know progress is made by such things, but also mistakes are common also. That's why it's called RESEARCH. Having been in on the process for microchip engineering for years, I know that you go through a lot of changes before hitting on the right combination of things that works the way you want it to. Sometimes things Blow Up when pushed to limits.......literally.
Heat and movement from things that are normally stable and cool seems like a precursor to Blowing Up.
: It could be just the way I think. I didn't like it at the time and I don't like it any MORE now.
Another interesting story (well, to me, it's interesting) was that after my appointment, in my daze, I went to the pharmacy to get more drugs. 45 minute wait, she says. I think.....Good time to get my records for my personal file.
I had called earlier in the week and picked up my cd copy of the MRIs. Then I went up to get my physician's notes. Sub basement for images, 8th floor in another building for paper records. I get lost. Mass General is a huge complex.
I find the place I'm supposed to be and one elevator has a sign OUT OF ORDER on it. I press the button on the other one and hear whirring. I wait a while and see lots of people coming out of the stairwells, some chatting, some in groups. I keep hearing whirring, and look up to see that it's still on B for Basement after a long while.
I start up the stairs. 8 floors. Keep in mind I'm at a few days over a month having this rod out, and still healing somewhat.
I arrive at the records place and an unfriendly woman sends me out of the room and says to fill out a sheet in the waiting room. There is a pile of forms. I am the only one there. I fill it out in detail and go in to see her and also tell her I need all my records and lab reports from two doctor visits: Jan 16 and today, and the radiology report from April 16.
I tell her I probably won't get today's notes since I was just there, but that she can mail them to me.
She looks in her computer, says "He's already signed off on them. It's your lucky day."
I am pleased something went right. That should always be my first clue something is NOT right.
The copy machine whirs and paper starts coming out and she starts chatting with her office mate about what kind of pizza she likes. It's 12:30. The notes are put into an large envelope and taped shut. I thank her and go tromping down the stairs 8 floors so I can go back to the pharmacy and get my drugs and go home.....a long hot drive.
On the way to the pharmacy I pass the same information dude who told me how to get lost finding these places. I tell him the elevator is busted. He says he knows, there is a sign on it. I tell him, Well, the other one is now busted. He says ok and as I walk away I hear him on the phone to someone about it.
Of course, my script is not ready, so I sit down and open the envelope to read the notes. I have a paragraph from the mentor doctor from today saying exactly NOTHING, a copy of my bloodwork and results from Jan. 16th........and NOTHING ELSE. WTF??
I have to go back. I've put some mileage on that leg and it's getting real sore but I go back and the elevator is still broken. Back up 8 flights of stairs. I get to the floor and fling open the door and a woman is standing at the elevator with a copy paper box and I say, "It's broken." She says she thought she heard it running. Ok, wait for it then, and I go to the room where the records are and the little lunch clock with the red movable hands sayWILL BE BACK AT 1:30::I must have scared the copy box lady with my shouting "BOB SAGET!!!!"* because she was gone when I left the room.
Hump back down the stairs and there are people stepping off the elevator. Another "BOB SAGET!!!!"* erupts and I tell myself I'm so done with this place.
Celebrate your good health today.
* 'Bob Saget' is now a swear word, according to Tourette's Guy, who can be seen on youtube by searching for, well, Tourette's Guy. Not for everyone. Watch at your own risk.