Acting upon your orders, I applied for, and received, a magnetic resonance imaging of my spine. It was an interesting session to say the least.
It's not that I don't mind an occasional unsettling occurrence, viz.
Having to divest my clothes for a flimsy, ill fitting, and embarrassing hospital gown (gownie)
Enclosed (squeezed) into a coffin-like atmosphere for 30 minutes.
Inability to scratch a fierce itch on my face
A freezing westerly wind reaching 40 miles per hour against my face
Enduring a half hour of ear piercing sounds resembling a Philip Glass symphony*
It just that I don't like them all at once!
I beg to remain, Sir, your most humble, obedient and aching patient.
*I must confess that the scherzo in the 4th movement of Glass’ MRI Symphony was rather likable with his typical repetitive sounds - Bob's Back, Bob's Back, Bob's Back, Bob's Back, etc.
PS: After the session, I felt as if I had an out-of-body experience. Then I remembered a brass plaque on the MRI machine: A Gift From the Mary Shelley Foundation. Kinda makes you wonder.
This week's refrigerator magnet:
"In the end everything will be all right
If it's not all right
... it's not the end"