…said no one ever after an MRI.
Except for me.
The lab techs were pretty confused. The one who was talking to me through the little speaker while I was in there asked how I was doing about mid-way. I responded, “I’m awesome! This is FUN!” There was a pause. Then she said, “Hah… uh… ok! Good.”
Maybe it’s reverse claustrophobia (claustroeuphoria? is that a thing?), but I had a GREAT time in that machine. What robotic personality! I had to try not to chuckle so I wouldn’t move my head. All the noises sounded like someone improving ambient music for an indie movie. I was really enjoying this one scan, and hoped they’d play it again – and I thought after they injected me with contrast and sent me back in, they’d replay all of them (so they could compare pre/post contrast? I know nothing about how this technology works?). But in fact, they only did one I thought sounded like “Opening Credits” and the other one I titled “techno-noir-over-a-cafe-in-Paris.” No more “Video Game, Level Three” scan for me. I was pretty bummed.
As I told me dear friend Liz, I kinda want to get my own machine that just makes the noises and has the cozy head rest. I’d spring for a real MRI, but once you start adding in the magnets, it’s gonna get expensive.