My Tuesdays are...unlike any others.

So of course, I come home (more like racing home, i had S0O0O0O0O0O0O0O much homework), threw my french horn aside and started scribbling my German homework down. After a few minutes of work, my mom and I had to leave for an MRI. I believe they did it on the thorax? Maybe? I KNOW it's not the scapula because I got that done 2 years ago. So anyway, interesting story, MRI's. If you don't know what that is, it's when they pretty much X-Ray your muscles/tendons/things like that instead of your bones. You get stuck into a small tube and they make these incessant INSANELY LOUD beeping and clicking sounds.. To prevent myself from panicking, being the claustrophobic person i am, i pretend I'm going to the moon and I'm in the rocket. The beeping and clicking is from the liftoff, and my imagination goes from there.

Anyway.

I have to wear absolutely NO metal, because this thing is also a giant magnet. So i change to those weird scrubs, take out my bobby pin and walk over to the machine. As I start to lay down, my head gets pulled to the center of it. Me being me, I scream from surprise (well wouldn't YOU if your head was being pulled to this giant machine bigger than your room? YEAH, that's what I thought) and I realized that I still have a barett in my hair. Ohhhhhhhhhhh snap. So i try to rip it off, but the nurse moves me aside and said that if I take it off here, it will get sucked into the MRI machine and screw it up. So i run out of the room, take it off, and then I'm not magnetic. PHEWWWWW. That was...quite the surprise. After this little dilemna, I lay back down on my back and they pack me up as if I'm a glass vase in a UPS box (with pads around my arms, fingers, under my knees, around my ears, around my mouth, etc) and shipped into the scary machine I go. So...how small is it, you might ask? I probably have about 2+ inches around me. My arms are squished up on the sides (i was freaking out in the beginning) and my nose was about 2 inches from the side of the machine.) So i closed my eyes, pretended I was an astronaut, and it didn't go too badly. Oh yeah, they let me listen to a CD (I brought Anberlin; this is a story in itself. I thought if I brought jazz, I would tap my feet (you're not allowed to move AT. ALL.) and if I brought classical I would finger it on my legs. So I just brought Anberlin. Big mistake. So the ENTIRE stupid MRI thing I was telling my toes not to curl to the beat, or my fingers to tap...I should have brought country. -shudders-. Maybe not, I doubt that they want my vomit inside of that thing.) ANYWAY...so in between those loud incessant beepings, I heard some Anberlin. And YOU KNOW WHAT? The stupid beepings were always an A flat, and it would go from flat to sharp from flat to sharp every time it beeped. AHHHHH. It drove me INSANE. It beeped probably 100 times a minute, so it was like FLATSHARPFLATSHARPFLATSHARPFLATSHARP so I just wanted to scream TUNE IT FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE!!! But they never did. So anyway, I looked around (when I dared to open my eyes) and there were little dusty holes and I was TERRIFIED that a spider would crawl out and I wouldn't be able to move and it would be RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. That should be a form of torture. It would work well. But thankfully, no spider came out.

Eventually, it ended, huzzah, and here i am, alive (for the most part). We'll see what the results are later, and I'll let you know if anything happens.

~jenny

P.S. Oh yeah, yesterday I met with my band director and....I'm going to play the fiberglass sousaphone. I'm not sure what to think. Like it MIGHT work, hopefully, if my back lets it (it could handle the fiberglass one, NOT THE BRASS ONE IN THE SLIGHTEST) but the idea of learning a completely new way to play brass kinda leaves me hesitant. Oh well, I'll learn.