The MRI experience is not unlike being forced to listen to someone attempting to compose a bad bass line for a speed metal song on a casio keyboard being piped through a speaker under your bed. This thought occurs to me in the middle of the scan, and I bite my lip surreptitiously to keep from laughing. No moving allowed, not during the scan. If I do it might disrupt the imaging process and we'll have to start over. I'm going to be in the meat of this magnetic resonance sandwich tech for an hour as it is. Don't want to make it any longer.
That I can make myself laugh in such an uncomfortably loud and claustrophobic compromise is most certainly a super power. And if I have a super power, I should be able to get through this...
and out the other side.
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