So I go to the hospital to check in for the MRI. Before I met the actual radiology nurse I came in to contact with 4 different administrative people. I asked each and every one of them if they were the ones with the Valium.
I'm not the most claustrophobic girl out there, but I do have a pretty big fear of tight spaces and so I wanted, and was assured I could get, something to calm me down.
The first three administrative people I met weren't amused by my pleading for narcotics. The fourth lady had a different response.
First she said, "Hi."
I said, "Hi. Are you the one with the Valium?"
She laughed a boisterous and dramatic laugh, one I would quickly become fond of in the five minutes we chatted. She said, "You want to know what my valium is?" And she snatched a piece of paper from my hand and began writing. "C-H-R-I-S-T."
I high-fived her. (Really, I did. This tendency to high-five comes out of me at the oddest times.) She began a scripture-filled monologue of how God is the ultimate healer and we, as fellow Capricorns (she'd glanced at the birthday on my chart) share the same zodiac sign as Jesus (here she jokingly reminded me that he was born on Christmas Day). She told me I was being used for the glory of God and that I was not allowed to have a sob story, just a testimony.
She was bubbly, silly, obviously proud of her God, and she had no trouble showing it. I was so happy she had been the one to talk with me today. She reminded me of how I should be sharing Christ. With enthusiasm and certainty! Vivian, if we ever cross paths again I've got to thank you for being so great!
Oh yeah- the MRI went ok, despite me having to do it face down. I will share the humilation of getting a chest-MRI wih you ladies out there some time. But, in the end the valium helped. The MRI started and the loud banging came with it and I thought, "Ok, I've got to pray to keep my mind off of where I am. Ok... pray. Pray... hmmm. What should I pray for? Jesus.... Jesus..... Jesus, thank you for valium!"