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mri (my head itches already)

well, today i'm scheduled to get an MRI, which supposedly stands for magnetic resonance imaging, fancy medical jargon used to conceal the fact that it really stands for "may result in insanity" or "major reduction in inertness."  in other words, i'm going to have to sit very still for however long it takes and try to think about how i'm not allowed to move.  with every thought about not moving i will want to move more.  i imagine that i will feel every pore on my scalp calling out to me with an intense and torturous itch, begging me to scratch it.  it will be man vs. nature and man vs. machine all wrapped in one, as i wrestle against both my baser itchy instincts and my will to conquer this picture-taking torture chamber.  hopefully this will provide a picture of my back that will be helpful in understanding what caused my very debilitating pain this summer, in addition to turning me into a slobbering, scratching idiot. 

 i'm feeling much better, now, of course, and am getting started resuming my workout schedule so i can get back on the wagon of losing weight. 

if only i make it through this Massively Raging Irritation. 

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monica said…
I had an MRI a few years ago for back pain. It was a strange experience, although mine was a semi open one, you are still in a very small space and there are random sounds, some of them really loud, like a pot being hit with a wooden spoon. I cant imagine how a claustrophobic could do it. And it is looong, like 30-45 min. But, it did help to diagnose my back pain and now i am pain free, so thats good!

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