Kathy Hanrahan: 'I tamagotchuu, if you tamagotmee'

No phone, no calendar, no Apple watch. No choice but to sit and try to concentrate on the music in my hospital-provided headphones and not have a panic attack from the slight claustrophobia I was starting to experience.

First off, I'm fine! I have been dealing with lower back issues that just weren't getting better so doctors had to take a closer look. They found a protruding disc hitting a nerve and some inflammation. I've got a treatment plan set up to help manage it and I should be back to doing yoga in no time.

The entire process of getting it diagnosed was like banging my head against a wall.

I had one provider tell me that it was just because I had had children and that's the wear and tear that happens. He didn't want to do any tests on me at all because he said "it wouldn't change his treatment plan." He said he'd do a CT scan, if I really wanted one. I did. And it showed the disc issue - which shocked him.

The pain got worse and I ended up the next night getting an MRI. I was tired and terrified. Just lying there trying not to move - even though my back was killing me and my legs were cramping.

I kept getting claustrophobic so I closed my eyes tighter and tried to focus on the music. Then the loud jackhammer sounds of the machine started. That MRI is LOUD!

So what did my forced episode of being disconnected and still teach me? I probably need to find ways to de-stress more and slow down.

Maybe I need a little more Savasana (the yoga pose where you just lie on the ground!) instead of trying to stand on my head.

I am thinking about going back to one of those float spas to just lie in some water and chill for an hour.

I can't even find time to be alone in the bathroom because my 2-year-old follows me in there to sit on her potty whenever she sees me going in there.