Just skin me and marinate me, because I am a big fat CHICKEN.
I took my sedative an hour prior to the MRI, just as it was prescribed, and it did NOTHING for me. I panicked and cried and generally flipped out. The MRI technician was a sweet lady and hugged me, patted my head and sent me home.
My friend who had driven me to the hospital took me back to her place to make me some food and help me calm down. When we arrived, I sat down on her couch and unceremoniously passed out cold. For 14 hours.
Apparently, the instructions should have read "take 2 hours prior to the procedure".
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I got married on January 8, 2006 at Graceland Chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada. As of July 15, 2007, I became separated. These are my feelings as I watch my marriage die.
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