I felt queasy contemplating the nerve conduction test and electromyelogram (EMG) I was about to have. The nerve conduction test involves taping electrodes to the skin and sending a small jolt of electric current to them. During the EMG Patrik Laine Jersey , the doctor inserts tiny needles into various muscles and examines the signals displayed on a laptop screen to see how quickly they respond to stimulation. These tests help to determine if there's any nerve impairment or damage. Now, I'm in no position to belittle anyone else's phobias, but I must confess to feeling a bit resentful - they'll give Valium to claustrophobic patients before a non-invasive MRI, but they just laugh when I suggest they might want to sedate needlephobic me prior to an EMG. "Oh, it's not that bad," they tell me.
I finally confessed to my husband just how apprehensive I was feeling Blake Wheeler Jersey , and suggested that if he felt inclined to come along and hold my hand, I wouldn't object. He had another appointment across town, but promised he'd do his best to make it back in time to provide moral support. Unfortunately, I got to the doctor's office a little early, and they took me back right on schedule! How often does that happen?
The nurse asked me to don a hospital gown, assured me that the test "wasn't that bad Winnipeg Jets T-Shirts ," then checked to see if my hand was warm. Warm? Fear doesn't lead to warm hands. Fear leads to hands that are cold as a corpse. So for five minutes before the test, I had to soak my hand in a tub of hot water! I started to get chills throughout the rest of my body, but at least my hand was warm.
The doctor was pleasant and had a good sense of humor. He tried to distract me with soft music and laughter as I tried to explain to him how much more effective nitrous oxide might be. Meanwhile, the nurse was taping electrodes to various points on my arm and hand.
Zap! My fingers curled reflexively and my whole body responded with a sympathetic convulsion like a freshly-caught fish gasping for air. From the very first time I grabbed hold of one of those gags that delivers a shocking sensation when all you're expecting is a friendly handshake, I've been a little leery of electric currents running through my body. It's not exactly "painful," but it's not a sensation I'd seek out for kicks. The dastardly duo repeated this procedure several times Winnipeg Jets Hoodie , moving and re-taping the electrodes to vary the twitching in my arm and fingers. The good news? My results were "normal." In layman's terms, I guess a "normal" result is something in between my whole arm laying still as a dead mackerel and my hand curling up in a fist and punching the doctor in the nose. Don't think it didn't cross my mind. It would've been purely reflexive, mind you. Nothing personal.
The bad news? Since the results were normal, we got to go on to the EMG. If the results had clearly shown a problem, we might have been able to skip the next part. And to think I tried so hard to pass the first test!
Okay, so now I'm hyperventilating and the doctor is telling me to breathe. "Breathe?" I think. Sounds like some exotic foreign word. Oh Customized Winnipeg Jets Jerseys , right, BREATHE. He sticks the first needle in. I whimper a little and start to tear up. I'm acting like a two-year-old. Objectively speaking, it doesn't hurt all that much. No big deal. I'm cool. Oh, yeah - gotta remember to breathe.
The doctor finishes with the first probe and inserts the second. I can't remember now whether it was the second or third - but the one on the inside of my forearm hurt like, well, my mother says that's unprintable. It hurt. Twelve hours later Cheap Winnipeg Jets Jerseys , it still hurt.
I find I can't breathe and talk at the same time. While he's moving the needle around in my arm, the doctor asks, "How old are your kids?"
"Kids?" I have kids? "I don't know," I whimper, my voice barely audible. I don't care, either. Just move the damned needle! "Twelve? Five? Something like that..."
"What's your favorite radio station?" he asks.
"Oldies?" I gasp. Why do doctors always ask inane questions during unpleasant procedures?
"Okay Mathieu Perreault Jets Jersey , lift your right hand." I comply. Anything to get this over with. "Now, move it around--" I move it around. "--see if you can pick up the Oldies station!"
I start to laugh hysterically. And cry. "You are a funny man, but I hate you, you know."
"Almost through, and you'll be cured of your fear of needles. Think of this as therapy!"
I'm thinking "go to hell," and worse Kyle Connor Jets Jersey , but I just smile miserably. Soon we're down to the last needle, the one he's going to insert in my neck. He starts prepping the area with alcohol, then presses on the vertebrae one by one with his fingertips.
"Oh wait, please, stop - don't touch me!" I turn over in a panic. The doctor assures me he's going to insert the needle in the muscle tissue, not the spinal cord. I know that. But when you're needlephobic Mark Scheifele Jets Jersey , a needle you can't see, anywhere near your spine, is twenty-five feet long and has sharp, rusty teeth.
"We can stop right now if you want to." His voice is sympathetic. No more jokes. Oh, sure I wanted to stop, but then we'd either have inc