ok i guess it’s not that late; it’s 10:44 p.m. but it feels like about one a.m. because of all the exertion today.
i was looking forward to going to mom and dad’s house to help pack instead of staying here and painting, but now i long to paint instead.
i guess what i really long for is the end of this whole moving thing.
i have a photo of the newly-installed windows but i don’t have the strength to go into the office and get the jump drive and plug it into this computer and select the photos and reduce their size on photoshop and upload them. at the moment.
mollie is sprawled out on the floor and that looks mighty good to me.
yesterday the MRI was an interesting experience. i had to lie down on this slab and i guess there wasn’t much padding on it because it took about a half hour and when i got up the back pain was a little bit excruciating. during the MRI the guy, vincent, put a cloth over my eyes so i wouldn’t get FREAKED OUT inside the MRI machine. he slid me into the machine, but i wasn’t totally encased; my feet were outside of it. he gave me headphones and asked me what kind of music i wanted to listen to and i said something relaxing. he went into the other room and turned on the music and it was VERY LOUD. he talked to me through the headphones, or maybe through a speaker in the MRI, i couldn’t tell, and he turned the music down a little. and then he said the MRI was going to start and it’d be loud and he would take several pictures.
YES IT WAS VERY VERY LOUD. i guess the closest thing i can think of is a really loud ambulance going by, only it’s going on in your ears. he did five images, and each took from three minutes to 3:45. except for the RIDICULOUSLY LOUD NOISE, it was kind of relaxing because at least i wasn’t painting anything.
in between the imaging the soothing music came on, which seemed a little bit pointless to me.
i didn’t get claustrophobic luckily, except at first i was afraid that i was breathing too deeply and then i felt i shouldn’t breathe so much which of course made me felt like i COULDN’T CATCH MY BREATH. but after a couple of images it was fine.
before it started victor had me fill out a form asking if i was claustrophobic (what if i had been?), and all kinds of questions about things that i might potentially have in my body, like ear implants or wires in my blood vessels or old bullets lodged in my body somewhere. i wish i could remember more of them, because i tried to imagine somebody having them all, and how their body would probably clang when they walked, like the tin man.
when it was over, victor gave me a copy of the MRI results and it was this HUGE folder, i’d guess it was 11×14 at least. he said that kevin had gotten his results on a disc, but that mine were on these ridiculously huge negatives because we have different doctors.
hmm.
i keep staying up tonight waiting for the results of the indiana primary to dribble in, but i just can’t bear it anymore.
lots and lots of people appeared to have watched my obama video today, maybe because of the primaries?
ok ok ok goodnight goodnight goodnight.
grace hughes