After a bit, my name was called. Yay! I went back with a super nice technician lady, removed all my metal stuff, and followed her to the M.R.I. room. She explained what would happen, gave me some ear plugs, set me up in the machine so my elbow would be the main focus, told me I needed to "hold my arm very still", and the twenty minutes of racket began.
I lay there, almost immediately wishing I'd chosen a slightly different position for my legs, but I dared not move.
"KA-CHUNG! KA-CHUNG! KA-CHUNG!"
I started thinking about what I needed to get at Target, my next destination.
"KA-CLUNK! KA-CLUNK! KA-CLUNK!"
I started thinking about how happy I was that this was winter break...no work for me!
"WHIRRR! WHIRRR! WHIRRR!"
I closed my eyes and relaxed.
<SILENCE!>
"You did great!" The technician entered the room.
I raised my head a bit, suddenly aware that there was a big spot of drool on the pillow my head had been on.
Wow...I am so wearing P.J.s the next time I get an M.R.I.!
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