a guy and a bee
a collection of random thoughts and ideas from me, her, and sometimes us
So the other morning, I went and had an MRI. Nothing major, mostly for exploratory reasons. Everyone has seen an MRI machine on TV before so I knew what to expect. Ultimately it is what I would expect space travel to be like.
You get slid into a tube that isn’t much bigger than you body and they start the machine. At first, I was wondering if I was in Star Wars or outer space with all the wild noises, but after the internet radio kicked on, it wasn’t bad. A little Jimmy Buffett to sooth the soul.
I can understand why anyone with spaces issues would flip out, but I was really calm. Really the hardest part was trying to lay still for 45 minutes. Not to sound rude, but the tube was only a little bigger than me, especially after they strap a cage over your face and put a mirror over your face so you can see your feet/end of the tube, so is there a special MRI machine for obese people? Was thinking about that after I left.
Anyway, just thoughts that were on the mind.
wish my various MRI’s would have had some Jimmy playing. I didn’t find it a problem other than the trying to stay still and the cage over my head. They had to redo some of mine because I fell asleep (got a bit too relaxed) and twitched. In the evening with the white noise humm of the machine it’s hard not to fall asleep. Hope you got the results you were looking for.
Thanks. Guess I’ll find out sooner or later. I tried to fall asleep but the lady kept talking to me and I was thinking of other things so it wasn’t going to happen. Oh well!