Tuesday, April 17, 2007

What's In My Brain.

This is probably the most expensive CD I own. How many people have pictures of their own brain? At least I know for sure now that it's there. It's smaller than I'd hoped. But cuter than I'd imagined. What does that mean?

(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 ra
tes 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.


k8 said...

any chance Brian was as cute as Dr. JD on Scrubs? remember when he held the girl's hand for the whole time she was in the MRI machine and then they fell in love for three episodes?

could that have been you?

k8 said...

oh also i'm glad you found out you have a brain. that must be comforting for days when it feels like it's up and left ; )

Lisa said...

Hi there.
My doctor says I'm fine, other than having rocks in my head. I'm going to see a "vestibular therapist" to be treated, and they have an 80% success rate. You may have a different diagnosis, but hopefully just as good of a prognosis.

Good luck!

f*bomb. said...

Thanks, Lisa. We are all going to root for Lisa!!!

Brian was not as cute as JD, but he was sooo nice! And yeah- he was attractive and he did hold my leg whenever I went in or out of the machine. And he let me pick the music and talked to me a little bit while I was in the tube.

Just keep in mind- we bring the Fun-O-Meter down for Injections and headcages (sorta on the fence on that one). Still dizzy...and very, very tired from the new meds.


Seymour Glass said...

mri-magnetic resonance imaging.

did you find yourself humming "my iron lung" while you were in there? the first (and hopefully last) time i had a ct scan it was very comforting...we are losing it, can't you tell?

Anonymous said...

Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI), formerly referred to as magnetic resonance tomography (MRT) or, in chemistry, nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR), is a non-invasive method used to render images of the inside of an object. It is primarily used in medical imaging to demonstrate pathological or other physiological alterations of living tissues. MRI also has uses outside of the medical field, such as detecting rock permeability to hydrocarbons and as a non-destructive testing method to characterize the quality of products such as produce and timber.[1]

Thanks Wikepedia!

f*bomb. said...

I've actually wanted to be in an iron lung since I first heard Weird Al yodel about it in 1985. And I must admit to giggling when I thought of Turk and JD's matching bro-braclets getting stuck to the machine.

Injections though. NOT FUNNY. I was shaking like crazy up until 15 minutes after the test was over. I had to sit in the waiting room until the heebie-jeebies went away.

That was actually the part where I decided I reeeaaaally maybe wanted a boyfriend. Or at least a hand to hold. Cyrus, get your mitts ready! We'll show your father who's not gay!!!

β♂ said...

I think you should eat Brian's liver with some Chianti and fava beans. Make him put on lotion first, though.

Seymour Glass said...

so you almost had the perfect title for this post, almost.

do your symptoms remind you of this:

"With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?"

f*bomb. said...

Hahaha- Good, B. You finally got yourself a picture. I wish I could figure out how to do that. Alas. My brain is tiny (but cute). So that explains a lot. The tech side is a gaping hole.

Glass- My head is in no danger of collapse. My brain may be petite, but it is, undoubtably, THERE. Which is a comfort. I only WISH I were swimming in the Carribbean...That would be warmer than Cape Cod...