Larry Gude
Strung Out
...SUCK
My effed up left shoulder.
I'm not claustrophbic, so, sliding under the 'dome of clanking noises' didn't bother me but the tech is like 'OK, be REAL still!' and then after she has you wedged up kinda comfortable, OK, she's off to the booth and then this speaker explodes in your ear 'SQWAUWK: OK, first scan, 3 minutes...'
Klank. Whir...BBZZZZTTTTT....Vvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
And so on and so forth.
I mean, how STILL? Dead still? Well, she's gone, off to mission control. Just lie STILL. Now, my nose itches...how much time? Will talking ruin the pics? If I ask 'how still?' or 'still enough?' will I have to start over???
"Gotta re-do #2, you moved a bit..."
I did ####ing not! I'm barely breathing here! I didn't move my lips...Does thinking mess up the pics?
"Lie REAL STILL please."
I'm like, what do you do when a 10 year old boy rolls in here? Knock him out?
OK, now I gotta cough. How about a little one. SUPRESS IT, like the nose itch, it'll go away. OK....OK...OK...
"Next scan....starting now..."
Well, tell me SOMETHING, anything! Am I laying here still enough? I doing this right???
"...this one is 4 minutes..."
No clock I can see. Counting 1, 1 thousand makes it worse, no count down from her...####...
"**COUGH***"
Oh, ####! She's gonna kill me! Now I gotta wait what MUST be 2 1/2 or 3 more minutes just to hear her say "Nope, gotta do that one over..."
The Tell tale heart...beat...beat...beat...
####. Is my heartbeat messing this thing up? I feel pretty relaxed other than now I wanna itch my nut sack...
"Last one...4 minutes..."
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"OK, gotta re0check the pictures..."
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????
I'm half dozed off now and suddenly, I'm moving back out from under the dome of "DON'T MOVE" and she's all "OK, fine...gotta finish printing, be done in a few minutes, please go wait in the waiting room..."
I mean I'll admit to being a needy guy who wants to know that he done good but come on, is it so unreasonable to not want to be a guinea pig?
Speaking of which the receptionist got a pot belly for Christmas, maybe 4-6 weeks old or so and had brought him in to the office this Christmas Eve morn.
And that's what this thread is really about; I can no more read the MRI pics than I can fly the space shuttle, that pig was cute a all hell and...
Merry Christmas to all of you!
My effed up left shoulder.
I'm not claustrophbic, so, sliding under the 'dome of clanking noises' didn't bother me but the tech is like 'OK, be REAL still!' and then after she has you wedged up kinda comfortable, OK, she's off to the booth and then this speaker explodes in your ear 'SQWAUWK: OK, first scan, 3 minutes...'
Klank. Whir...BBZZZZTTTTT....Vvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
And so on and so forth.
I mean, how STILL? Dead still? Well, she's gone, off to mission control. Just lie STILL. Now, my nose itches...how much time? Will talking ruin the pics? If I ask 'how still?' or 'still enough?' will I have to start over???
"Gotta re-do #2, you moved a bit..."
I did ####ing not! I'm barely breathing here! I didn't move my lips...Does thinking mess up the pics?
"Lie REAL STILL please."
I'm like, what do you do when a 10 year old boy rolls in here? Knock him out?
OK, now I gotta cough. How about a little one. SUPRESS IT, like the nose itch, it'll go away. OK....OK...OK...
"Next scan....starting now..."
Well, tell me SOMETHING, anything! Am I laying here still enough? I doing this right???
"...this one is 4 minutes..."
No clock I can see. Counting 1, 1 thousand makes it worse, no count down from her...####...
"**COUGH***"
Oh, ####! She's gonna kill me! Now I gotta wait what MUST be 2 1/2 or 3 more minutes just to hear her say "Nope, gotta do that one over..."
The Tell tale heart...beat...beat...beat...
####. Is my heartbeat messing this thing up? I feel pretty relaxed other than now I wanna itch my nut sack...
"Last one...4 minutes..."
....
...
..
.
"OK, gotta re0check the pictures..."
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????
I'm half dozed off now and suddenly, I'm moving back out from under the dome of "DON'T MOVE" and she's all "OK, fine...gotta finish printing, be done in a few minutes, please go wait in the waiting room..."
I mean I'll admit to being a needy guy who wants to know that he done good but come on, is it so unreasonable to not want to be a guinea pig?
Speaking of which the receptionist got a pot belly for Christmas, maybe 4-6 weeks old or so and had brought him in to the office this Christmas Eve morn.
And that's what this thread is really about; I can no more read the MRI pics than I can fly the space shuttle, that pig was cute a all hell and...
Merry Christmas to all of you!
: It helps when they play music for ya so you don't do soo much thinking in the tube... 
when has thinking ever been a problem for you?
That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me 
My brother-in-law got the tickets for face value plus the guy threw in a parking pass for free. Sis said they're second row but he could only get two, so he gave them to my nephews as an early Christmas present. 
