So I debated about posting about this. And then I was like... Get over yourself? This is the screaming void.
About a month ago I went to get my MRI to see wtf is up with my shoulder (still no idea yet). I was already freaked out because of the loud noises and having to lay still by myself. Only thing I have going for me is small spaces are fine.
I took an anxiety pill (which I think is actually a allergy pill that works for panic?) and my spouse helped me get ready. My spouse is very important to me because with my autism I can lose my words if left alone in a strange place with strange people and I'm stressed. I am much better I'm with my Emotional Support Human and they can speak for me if need be. I had been to this very place for an MRI before and they got to come back and sit with the nurse which was all good.
To set the scene. I am a short person but heavy. I was walking with a rollator at the time one handed.
Person comes back idk if she was a tech or a nurse or what her name was cuz she never said. Said my spouse couldn't come with me at all. She wouldn't listen to us just took me back. This is when my words were like byyyyye.
Now I'm in pain, next to makes, in a strange place without my person and unable to communicate. Lovely.
Of course my noble steed is metal, so I had to leave my rolllator outside the room so the noisy tube doesn't eat it. Now a kind person would at least offer me an arm? Nope. Hop on the table birch, you don't even need a step (that was in the room!).
Firstly I was too fat for the normal arm thing, should've lost 150 pounds that day, bad me. So this lady tape this other thing to my gown and is about to shine me in. No checking if I am comfortable, no instructions.
I mime for headphones the best I can one handed and mange to get <Autistic/loud/headphones?> Out... Or something like that. Lady in all her wisdom says oh if I'm autistic headphones will over stimulate me so here's ear plugs, gives me the call thing and I'm the tube I go.
So then it is almost an hour of unpredictable loud noises that I dm phobic of, my shoulder spasming so the films don't come out well and her not even telling me what is happening. Me trying to grab on tho my sanity by playing music in my head but like... For the me in there I was never getting out.
When I came out leafy was joined by a guy who... Talked to me! Made sure I got up slowly, got me a step, found my spouse. I just am now scared of going to any doctors again and I am so very afraid of having another MRI.
Yes,I did complain and it seems like it is being taken very seriously, which is good.