Nothing like a good old fashioned Thursday for a quick jaunt to the hospital to get scarred for life by witnessing first hand the claustrophobic environment of an MRI machine that made sounds much like the alien spacecraft from the movie encounters of the third kind.
I don't know what was more hair-raising, the laying down and fitting into the conveyer belt like bed with a Hannibal lector designed mask for the face or the odd disco lights that played overhead combined with the clanking and clicking sounds of a hundred microscopic big bangs.
To say that I had my eyes shut would be an understatement because my eyes were glued together with the force of a hundred suns because had I been aware of the dome like white room that I was encapsulated in for a good ten minutes I'd have had a panic attack.
Definitely not an experience I'd like to repeat nor hope anyone else goes through or maybe I'm just over reacting but all I did for those moments of extreme agitation was take deep breaths and live in my happy place .
A happy place that I slowly walked into, right from the moment of alighting from a cab to climbing up the stairs.
I thought of everything.
Thursday!
You got me by the bones.
Now for another cup of tea since the early morning one simply doesn't count and then a quick shower before making some chicken and veg.
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