My Three times rule.

    I always try something I am not too sure of at least 3 times before I make up my mind not to like it. With stuff I like...I know from the 1st second :) Well, my big problem is I like or don´t like... friends have told me I should be more flexible - hubby darling thinks i am too radical - and a dear friend told me I see things in black and white, like a dog. Since everything has to be like-not like, good-bad, love-hate---with me; the 3 times rule works out great for the times I am undecided or in a ´grey´ area about something. It helped me trying out culturally different foods. It helped me when I meet new people and am undecided about them. It helped me many times in my life until now.
       Today I had the most uncomfortable experience....the MRI machine. I hope no one who is reading this has to ever go through it. I googled( yup! I google everything), read, talked to my doc and the nurse and in spite of everything it was a very ,very uncomfortable experience...one I am not neutral, undecided or in the gray about. I calmed myself about the bit about actually going into a tunnel like machine....it was Siemens , so felt kind of better. Then my head started racing around trying to remember if they make it in China. Could not remember (typical me-and my short term memory) Then I started picturing how sad it would be to die inside the MRI machine if it malfunctions...like a horrible c grade movie-revenge of the machines . I was told to lie on my tummy to be absolutely still and that the machine makes really loud noises, so was given ear plugs. Can u imagine my terror - now if the machine went berserk, I would not be seeing or hearing when it collapses on my poor back! I thought of all the beautiful things that I could. My meditation techniques finally were put to some use. 20 minutes later. I was told not to move, to maintain my position and now they will be injecting contrasting fluid through my arms. I was reallllllly looking forward to moving, stretching or walking a bit. My arms and shoulders were numb-even my face was! try holding one position for 20 min, without moving at all. Then I was put back in for further 10 minutes.  What torture!! The worst was that the stuff that they injected gave me a funny ammonia-ish taste and smell and I was afraid I would throw up inside . So I started pressing on this thing they had given me, in case something went wrong. Did they stop the machine? Let me take a breather? or puke? NO. The operator came in and told me not to move. Then he held my hand through it and kept telling me if the images are not ok, because I moved- they would have to redo the whole thing. That was enough for me to go into my ´meditative state¨ and bear the next 10 minutes.Apparently I play Nirvana songs in my head when I am in this state.
       It was all over and I kept asking if the image was ok--YES!!. This is one thing I would never apply my rule of 3 to. I am sure I hate it. The nurse later told me that the nauseous feeling I had because of the liquid was very normal. UHh...why did you not warn me? Thats that, done with and hope I never need to do it again!