Normally when I have these dreaded MRIs, I am offered a heated blanket but always decline. Now, a heated blanket sounds delicious almost all of the time… unless you are being placed in a deep tomb for 45 minutes+.

In fact, there are times I would start off with just my robe… squeeze the ball to get out and then semi disrobe so that I could feel some air.

But today, for some reason, I was feeling brave and I said, “sure” when offered the blanket.

And, being the big girl that I am growing up to be (physically I am in my 80s) I didn’t kick it off the entire time.

Now maybe next time, I won’t need to take a bottle of Ativan just to get into the machine.