The MRI is the most Faustian bargain, Gom Jabbar shit I have ever been through.
“Lay in this small metal tube for a few hours while a chorus of the damned screams obscenities into your soul. If you maintain your sanity the machine will tell you secrets about your body”
“Lay in this small metal tube for a few hours while a chorus of the damned screams obscenities into your soul. If you maintain your sanity the machine will tell you secrets about your body”
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Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg
IMPORTANT:
I have done a comprehensive survey of one’s possible musical options during an MRI and can state conclusively that Deep House is always the way to go.
Don’t fight the horrid noises. Work with them.
(Also tested: Classical, Music I Dig Now, various iterations of Music Loved at 16).
I have done a comprehensive survey of one’s possible musical options during an MRI and can state conclusively that Deep House is always the way to go.
Don’t fight the horrid noises. Work with them.
(Also tested: Classical, Music I Dig Now, various iterations of Music Loved at 16).
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And the MRI guy immediately came back with “oh ho…torture? should I tell the Doctor who put in the order you think it’s torture?”
And The Beat Goes
It’s the Imperial Mind Flayer 😉
Or else some kind of elaborate prank where they tell you you’re getting a medical test but really you’re just inside a metal trash can and someone is hitting it with hammers and snickering about how you think it’s a real test.