(pictures to be posted when I can figure out how.)
I don't even know what that stands for, but what it means is that I got to lay down on a paper sheet and stick my head inside a giant glowing tube while "Brian" blasted sonic rays to get pictures of my brain. It rates about a 7 on the Fun-O-Meter. Mostly because they put your head inside a big cage- I felt like Hannibal Lecter, and give you gaint foamy earphones to listen to music (since the process is rather loud and jarring- like listening to waves of jackhammers).
First thing I heard when Brian turned on the tunes:
"I think I'll go to BOSTON- I think I'll find a new life!" ahhh, I sigh. HOME. It's a sign. I WILL go to Boston. But just for the weekend to see my grandfather. He's 94 and was just sent home from the hospital with leukemia. Not good. So- Bostonites, get ready. I'm coming to ya. Call me.
Second song on the playlist? "How to Save a Life," by The Fray. How appropriate. And comforting. Sort of.
Then Brian pulls me out of the iron lung to inject me with something meant to light up my brain like a Christmas tree. Or, at least, the parts that say I might have a tumor or MS should light up- so we're hoping for NO LIGHTS in the upstairs here, folks. And what song comes on when I'm put back in the hole? You got it.
And I pretty much guarantee that if you look into my brain, that's EXACTLY what you'll see.