Sweetums needs an MRI.
Attempt #1 - The neurologist prescribed a lil pill to help Sweetums relax. She flat out refused to take said pill. Determined to do the test on faith and courage. Everything was going well. IV was in (She hates needles.)... Ear plugs were in... Headphones were on... MRI machine started first round of vibrations...George Strait began crooning... SCREECH! Legs and arms began to flail, and Sweetums is howling, "I can't do this! I can't do this!"...
So, she didn't.
Cap'n Chaos is not amused.
Attempt #2 - Smaller hospital. Phew! Coerced Sweetums to take the lil relaxer pill. Pill has opposite effect. Sweetums is hyper, and, apparently, has gained the strength of a dozen men. She takes one look at the MRI machine and begins to ROAR in a voice that even I had never heard before, "I told you that I am not doing this!"
So, she didn't.
The look of sheer terror on the technician's face was priceless. SNORT.
Cap'n Chaos is even less amused.
Attempt #3 - Takes place this Friday. Under sedation. EEP. The heart specialist said everything should be just fine.This morning, I told Sweetums she would just have to put on her big girl panties and deal with it. She asked me if it mattered what color they were...
BWAHAHA.
I am amused.
SIGH.
