kraftymiles

Technology, Films, Nonsense

I’m an Old Man

Posted by kraftymiles on April 15, 2008

So as mentioned previously there is a reason that I’m filling myself up with drugs at the moment so I was referred to an imaging specialist for an MRI last night.  I know a great many people write a great many things about the state of the health service in this country but i was pleasantly surprised by the whole affair.  It was about three weeks from referral by GP to last nights MRI.  An evening slot because one of the consultants in Bristol has set up his own company doing MRI work in the evenings.  Meaning that I wasn’t offered the “pay 300 notes and we’ll get the staff to stay late” option as he’s formalised that and so my appointment from 8-10 last night was all handled in the same way as if it was  done during the day.

As others have mentioned to me in passing, it was massively noisy and very claustrophobic.   And I mean massively noisy.  There was probably only 2 inches clearance above my nose once in the thing.   Of course all I could think of was horror movies I’ve seen based in hospitals.  I kept imagining that the MRI tech had wandered off and gone to deal with the “outbreak” leaving me in the tunnel alone.  I was essentially just waiting for the monster to grab my ankles and pull me out of there.  Quite interesting feelings those.

Anyway, I had 4 scans in total and got some very pretty pictures out of it which I will post as soon as the CD turns up.

The result is that I have a tear in the disc something or other and that the lowest disc is dehydrated to the point of having no fluid in it.  The tear is from the gardening work that I did in October last year and the dehydration comes from age apparently, and is not abnormal.  Unless you compare it to the other discs in my back, in which case it’s slightly more than normal.  There are several reasons for this, one of which is excessive cocaine and or speed use, which I would love to say was true but it’s not.  Going forward I have to work on core stability, improve muscle strength around that area, and switch from the NSAIDs I’m on to longer term ones (once a day instead of 4 a day)

All in all a bit depressing really, as I was hoping that the results would show a fixable problem, not just be signs of the aging process.  I’m an old man.  This isn’t the first time I’ve thought this since the boy came along.  You see, in looking at him I finally realised that I wasn’t immortal and one day he would take over.  Well, either him or the monkeys anyway.

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