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I am led into a room that, I swear, looks like something out of a modern-day Star Trek set. The room is freezing, but that’s actually okay with me, because I am one of those who gets overheated quickly, especially when I am nervous. I lay down on the slab, if you will; they put the headphones on me. I am then told to remain very still, as still as possible. To this day, I find that an odd statement. Surely they know the moment the MRI starts and the jackhammer sounds go off, one is bound to move from sheer surprise and nerves.

As I am being electrically moved into the “tunnel”, I repeat to myself to stay calm. I decide to close my eyes right away. I don’t want to see how close everything is around me. Even with my eyes closed, I realize there ain’t much breathing room. I can feel my elbows touching the sides of the MRI device.

My music starts. I am asked if I can hear it. I smile and say yes, knowing that any moment I am about to be deafened. BAM! Oh man - that is a sound I will never, ever, get used to. Of course, my body reacts and I jump a bit. In my mind, I imagine them all laughing…or cursing, especially since they asked me not to move.

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