An MRI sounds like Einstürzende Neubauten (both the band and the meaning of their name). There are machine guns, power drills and sledgehammers hitting scrap metal.
An MRI feels like preparation for space travel.
An MRI also sounds like the beginning of Metallica's "One", which is an awful damn cheery thought during the exam. Peace to Dalton Trumbo.
I had a panic attack 20 minutes before the scan, while watching Derek Jeter being interviewed on ESPN. See how much negativity the Yankees foster?
The results...tomorrow.
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