I Couldn’t Do It

Normally, I am brave.

Normally, I will muster.

But, I expected a normal MRI.

Not an invasive procedure where they stick first the numbing needle – and then the needle with the dye into the front hip joints.

Joints.

Plural.

They would have done both.

Not having been warned, the moment they told me, I knew I had reached my limit.

“No.”

“I cannot let you go there where I am vulnerable.”

Hind brain’s declaration of truth – and rather binding.

I got so far as to the several swabs of preparation on the upper right thigh attachment and the first inserted, transgressing needle.

My body said, “WE CAN’T DO THIS.”

Nope.

Nope-Nope-Nope-Nope Nopety-Nope-Nope-Nope!

“Thank you for your time.”

“Sorry to have wasted it.”

“I have to leave, now.”

Exit, stage left – I mean right – up and out of the catacombs.