Here’s my MRI story. About two years ago, I was scheduled for a torpedo-tube MRI. So, I’m unloading my pants pockets and the tech says to me “Dr. Wisely, are you claustrophic?” and I answered no because I had never had any trouble whatever with claustrophobia.
So, she puts me on the slab, so to speak, and with really no warning puts a cage over my head. I…uh…discovered that I don’t like cages over my head. Reminded me of the thing in 1984. You know what I’m talking about. But, I get past that. Then I start to roll into the tube and I’m a kinda fat guy and so there’s no place to put my arms, really, except to cross them over my chest. Get that image. It didn’t exactly help.
So, almost immediately, I start to have a full-blown panic episode. I’m thinking, ok, you’re having a bit of an anxiety attack. It ain’t gonna kill you. And then I feel my heart is beating, oh, I don’t know, 450 beats a minute and I’m thinking, hey, maybe it WILL kill you. So, I speak to the tech on the intercom and she doesn’t answer for either 15 seconds (real time) or 2 hours (psychological time). When she finally responded I said “I’m sorry but I have to come out of here RIGHT NOW” and she had me out of there in a flash. Got the cage off of my head and sat me up. Invited me to try again which I declined.
I was angry, quite honestly. I’ve worked in hospitals and been involved in preparing people for medical procedures. Information is REALLY helpful. I think if I had some time to prepare for what was going to happen, I would have found a way to made it through.
I scheduled an open MRI and, as Chuck has suggested, it’s not a walk in the park either. You have this big slab of machinery bearing down on you. It’s open on the sides. I made it ok through that, but someone who had severe claustrophobia I could see needing serious chemicals, or other preparation, to get through it.
Incidentally, the whole experience has precipitated some claustrophobia in me. I had a little trouble on the plane to England last year. I kept the bathroom visits to the minimum and couldn’t tolerate anything other than an aisle seat.
Before someone throws a “you’re a psychologist” thing on me…a gentle reminder that psychologists are human beings with no fewer vulnerabilities to all kinds of psychological phenomenon. In fact, there is some truth to the idea that mental health workers have somewhat higher incidences of psychological illnesses of various kinds. Really shouldn’t be a surprise, but a lot of people take a kind of perverse, ironic pleasure in it.
Take home lesson: For the most part, the medical profession communicates poorly and prepares people poorly.
Thanks!
Dale