MRI: Tube of Noise

So, I had an MRI today.  Fun?  No.  Horrible? No. Do I want to jump right back into that cacophony donut?  No.

I had to strip down and get into a nice wrinkled gown and matching pants.  I locked up my valuables and metals.  I shuffled into a sealed chamber in my sockened feet, placed some earplugs in my head and laid down on the slab.  The nice tech gave me a warm blanket and slid me into the rabbit hole.  I had a clever periscope so I can see the technician in the other room.  However, I didn’t have my glasses so it was a blurry view of a man-shaped thing behind what could have been a window.

The scanning process took forever and it sounded like every industrial sound effect was used from the Hollywood sound archives, from whirs to clangs to bangs to beeps.  At the halfway mark I was pulled out and some “contrasting agent” was shot into my arm, and I was pushed back in for another round.

For the most part I just tried to think of other things, but I always came back to a scene where I’m in a human-sized torpedo in a steampunk dystopian sci-fi movie with a Trent Reznor sound track.  So, it was kind of fun from that point of view. 

I won’t know any results until later this week I guess.  They said if it was super serious I would get a call immediately.  I didn’t.  At least not by the definition I consider “immediate”. 

Fingers Crossed.