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Lauren Campbell's Remixes

Page history last edited by Lauren Campbell 13 years, 6 months ago

M.R.I. = Mothership Retention Instrument (?)

 

What DOES MRI mean? Of course I know the abbreviation is for Magnetic Resonance Imaging, but after being there, my opinion has been altered. I saw this large machine, but of course that couldn't scare a bad ass like me! I mean, technician offered me a pillow, a blanket and put some headphones on me. I thought this was like a glorified x-ray, is this the glorification? I just shrugged it off. Maybe there's just a ton of wimps out there who can't handle everything as well as me. I probably don't even need these stupid headphones. 

 

She walked out and there was a slight brush of air as the machine whooshed on, then clicking, clanking, a strange light from far inside the cavernous machine. I slowly entered this odd plastic cave. It pulled me closer, slowly, with a low humming that was slightly unnerving, and once my lower half was in the small tube, the real noise started. Those headphones? Yeah, as I entered the machine they caught on something and were pulled off my head. Looking up, I saw a small digital clock that would count down, each time the little pieces inside were settling. Then the machine would fire up like a loud steam engine and I got this funny tingling sensation in my legs-- I swear I could feel those magnets.

 

I started to zone out and of course, when I zone out, I tend to daydream...

 

This machine sounds like an alien spaceship. Maybe it was really just an evil scheme to recruit humans for the aliens. I was all alone and waiting for them to just take me and get it over with. Maybe once I was on the spaceship my ankle would be healed, or at least they'd know what was wrong and how to fix it? I began picturing skinny little ETs on the other side of the glass.  I envisioned the lights of the machine being the lights of the ship, and finally the pain would be gone. As a sense of relief started to wash over me, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jerked awake from my daydream, half expecting to see the aliens still there! Imagine my surprise when I realized that it really was just a dream and all of my questions remained unanswered.

 

 

Elizabeth's Original

 

I chose to remix this piece including some of my own experiences with MRI machines. Last spring I tore a ligament in my wrist, they think, and I was given a cast to wear for about 8 weeks. While casting was unnecessary, my wrist hurt so bad that picking up a piece of paper would just about bring me to tears. As I said my original prescription was a cast for 8 weeks, after about 3 days of being in the cast, my arm had swelled so bad they decided to cut off the cast and do an MRI. This was the time the headphones were pulled off. Fortunately for me, I was in so much pain the noise was basically obsolete. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, the doctor came in and gave me a shot of iodine into my wrist to help clarify the pictures. He moved my wrist, I thought I was going to die the, and shot the iodine directly into the source of my pain, what I would later discover to be a cyst from 8 years ago. They put me back into the cast to continue immobilizing it. When the doctor went over the MRI results with me, she said that I should have the cast removed as it was unnecessary. This happened on a Friday afternoon. By the time I got home I was once again in tears from the pain, and the office was conveniently closed for the weekend. While I did eventually get the cast put back on, for 6 weeks to try to help it heal, even after physical therapy, the pain is far from gone. So while it sounds cliche, I totally feel your pain! This was not my first experience and it most certainly won't be my last.

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