Technical difficulties much?

I felt very awful after having a fit in the MRI lab this afternoon. Not an emergency thing. Scheduled a week or more.

The tech was short with me. In a hurry. Thick accent. I could not discern what he needed me to do (I’m not new to imaging labs). I signed “don’t understand”. "Signed “help”. He looked at me like I was from Mars.

He said in clear language “dammit”.

Listen, you don’t do that in front patients. I excused it as a communication misunderstanding. Or maybe he missed lunch. Ivy jumped in and said “she doesn’t understand what you need her to do.” And a few choice words.(no cursing).

She doesn’t suffer fools very well.

She looked at me and said, don’t move an inch and walked out. Brought back the a RN.

The RN told the tech, you just point where you need her put her head. She looked at me and asked can he touch your head, neck or face. I signed “yes”.

She looked a little bit alarmed. Ivy told her “beck doesn’t speak but is fully able to hear, she gets nauseous if that neck is moved in certain ways.”

The RN actually stayed to help me get in the right spot on the coil thingy, ask me if I felt alright. The tech was happy. I was happy the pictures were taken. I signed “thank you” and walked. He look confused.

But Ivy was not happy. Not one bit.

I had to pull her out of the hospital.

I think, there are a few places where not misunderstanding is critical. Medical would be top of my list. An MRI can be redone. My insurance might balk a bit. But I can get it paid.

I felt bad about it though. I fear he may be in trouble at his job. I certainly don’t want that. I think he’s just inexperienced. Language challenged. I totally understand that.

It takes two to communicate. If both are challenged, for what ever reason, you need a 3rd party.

There are times when there is no one.

So I have Ivy. Always.

She’s my hero. I would fight a tiger(if I could) for her.

Poor tech. She really told him off. I do feel bad about it.

Some reason, I cannot think of anything I could’ve said that would’ve stopped her.

It is what it is.

I admire that about Ivy. In my old age, Im less meek and more assertive. No cuss words?

Bullshit.

Looks like I’m going to the surgeon today. I do not wanna do this.

But I rarely wanna see a guy with a knife eyeballing me.

He’s the doc that read my x-rays and wants me to see a doctor in his clinic. I assume they have all the pix or a facsimile.

Anyway it’s back to Texarkana.

My nice quiet summer health and peace is not happening.

I’m sorry I’m whiny and being an ass.

On the good news. The Lil’wrekker is driving. We will move fast. :automobile:

She’s got a place to eat set up. The grand daughters are wanting more Italian charms so we gotta go to Hobby Lobby. Oh goody :zany_face:

Guess it’s another day.

I’m home.

So no knife. But they stuck me in a room for electrolytes to get put in me.

That was too long an infusion.

All this whiplash is just a side issue. Apparently nothing is broken or torn lose. Might just wrenched my neck.

You don’t say? It took you 12-14 of medical school to tell that? I was fine til my electrolytes were sucked out by the dialysis vampire. Well, sorta.

I’m sure I’ve drank too much fluid. And Wednesday dialysis suck treatment is gonna be one A+ bitch. Yikes.

Plus I’m not eating enough protein.

Edge of scrawny starvation. I am.

I feel less painful this evening. Protein for dinner. I hope.

I’m sure I said all that wrong. I’m a tiny tad wigged today.