A couple of years ago I was having some health problems and had to have an MRI of my head done. To answer your first question, yes, they found a brain. Because I have a tendency toward claustrophobia, I asked to have the open MRI done. The open MRI is a nice invention for those of us who find that there just isn’t enough air in small spaces. It works as well as a closed MRI (which, in my opinion, resembles a tube shaped coffin) but the sides are open so at least you can see daylight as you are lying there wondering why we can put a man on the moon but we can’t heat an examination room past 47º Fahrenheit.
So I showed up for the appointment only to find out that there had been a mistake and I was scheduled to have the closed MRI. The coffin-tube one. But being the person I am and being determined that nothing – not even being shoved into a space so tight that they were going to have to grease me up and coax me out with a donut – would beat me. So I agreed to have the closed MRI.
My shoulders brushed the sides and they moved me into it.
They put a cage-like thing over my head and face.
They strapped my forehead down with a nylon strap.
The top of the tube was no more than 3 inches from my face.
I could barely breathe. I was supposed to lie still. I could barely breathe.
I, of course, survived. And I’ve never been more appreciative of freedom than when that exam was over. I wanted to run around in an open field without any clothes on.
Yesterday, Iraqis voted and I was reminded of that feeling of being free. Not the same, I know. Not nearly the same. But I thought over and over again about freedom.
It’s a good thing.