If I had to design a horrible amusement-park ride, it would probably be an MRI.
First, strap someone down. Tell them not to move. Slide them into a claustrophobic tube. Then add a soundtrack that resembles an active construction site—complete with pounding, clanging, grinding, and what I can only assume is someone repeatedly dropping a toolbox onto a metal staircase.
I’m lying in this thing because I’m trying to navigate the fine balance between going natural and still using medical tools to monitor what’s going on.
We hadn’t done an MRI before. I’d already had an initial CT scan, followed by a PET scan. None of those are exactly pleasant experiences, but this was on a completely different level.
I did my best to keep my composure through all the stressors. At some point, the pounding and clanging started to sound like the opening of The Prodigy’s “Breathe”, so I decided to just go with it.
If I was going to be trapped inside a giant magnetic tube while it performed industrial percussion around my head, I might as well give it a soundtrack.
Finally, the tech told me we were done. They got the images they needed.
I climbed out, checked for paperclips, tested my new magnetic abilities, and attempted to move a few slow drivers out of the left lane with my mind.
Nothing.
Apparently, an MRI gives you detailed images—not superpowers.
Live Long and Prosper,
-Dan
The crushing weight of responsibility
Stress affects everybody, myself included. Even though I talk a lot about not giving in to fear, trusting God, and staying positive, the truth is, sometimes life still gets to you.