Giggling MRI & Yoga

Having had two brain tumors, I am no stranger to the tube-tunnel otherwise known as the MRI.

Since 2014 I have them regularly once a year. They don't bother me though I understand the claustrophobic-ness of it all. I chill; switch my music playlist between visits, sometimes 80s pop, sometimes classic soul, all the way over to smooth jazz. I can't sleep because I am not allowed to move my head but I lay on my back, listen to my tunes and daydream to the music.

Well, having never had a breast MRI before, as I made my way to the center, I was thinking it probably isn't that much different.

Oh but it was.

The nurse guides me to the machine and asks me to climb up on my knees. Okay.

So I'm doing a cow pose on top of this table and I can feel the giggle rising.

In front of me is a face cradle, like on a massage table.

And two cutouts.

She instructs me to move forward, put my breasts into these two cutouts and lay my face onto the face cradles. The tech is also instructing me to straighten out my legs.

I comply.

But I couldn't remember if I moved my legs down. If I hadn't I'm sure they would have reminded me.

But I couldn't remember.

So now I'm in this tube and I have this image of me with my butt up and all I can think is...downward dog. Not exactly but similar.

The giggles are now upon me and I can't stop. It's the picture in my mind of how I look outside of this tube.

"Robin, we need you to stop laughing and be still."

Well, easier said than done.

It took longer than it should have but I did it.