Ever had an MRI? It’s not fun. In fact, it sucks. Here’s how mine went.

Woke up along with the sun and got to the MRI imaging place bright and early. Removed my watch and hair clip and laid down on the table. The tech explained how the scanner works, showed me the little window-mirror thing on the top, asked me what kind of music (who knew?) I wanted to listen to, and we were off.

Dozens of series of clicks, taps, and thumps later, and I think I’m close to being done. But no, that would be too easy. Instead, the technician tells me they’re bringing me out and asks if I have wet hair. Wet hair? Uh no, I didn’t even wash it this morning. The techs look puzzled and back in to the tube-like machine I go. We start from the beginning again, and again they pull me back out. Apparently the films look “blurry” so they reboot the machine and try again. More clicks, taps, and thumps. And more blurry films.

“We’re sorry, the coil isn’t working properly and we have to call the technician. We can’t do brains right now, only extremities.” Lucky me.

So, 20 miles and a few hours later, I go to another facility and have the scan done (sans music) successfully. The best part? Everything is normal. Diagnosis: atypical migraine.