Thoughts from inside an MRI...

 

This is like being pulled into a soda straw.

 

I'm not claustrophobic, but I'm changing my mind...

 

How am I supposed to breathe from my belly?

 

I should just close my eyes.

 

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

 

Damn this machine is loud!

 

Bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap

 

Okay, I'm just going to drive myself crazy if I keep focusing on that.

 

My nose itches.

 

My shoulder hurts. It really, really hurts. I wish she would have put a small bolster under it or something.

 

Stop twitching!

 

Damn this machine is loud.

 

I wonder how much longer?

 

Coffee would be good right now. Mmmmmm. Coffee.

 

Breathe.

 

Is this safe?

 

What if this shows that I really do have an evil tumor after all?

 

Breathe.

 

Damn this machine is loud.

 

Focus on the news on the headphones... (NPR).

 

They are requiring Brazilian citizens to help cover 80% of the construction costs for the Olympics of 2016.

 

I would not go. Not in a million years. Too unsafe. What were they thinking holding it there?

 

I need to swallow. Can I do that?

 

Man this thing is loud...

 

I want toast for breakfast. Butter and honey. Mmmmm.

 

I should not have crossed my ankles. My ankles are too boney and now it hurts.

 

Jeez this is taking forever...

 

I wish I could know what is wrong with my shoulder RIGHT NOW.

 

How does this machine work anyway? I need to check Wikipedia as soon as I get home.

 

As soon as I get home I can have coffee. And toast.

 

Bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap, bwap

 

Sigh.

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