If You're Feeling Sinister, or Dancing While Lying Still

The doctor asked me if I was scared during the MRI. I said no. It was actually a happy affair, even though I was half-asleep the whole time. Here's what happened:

Before I went in, the MRI technician - I think his name's Rodney - told me that I had to lie still for at least 25 minutes or the pictures of my brain would be blurred. Fine. But I had to ask: Can I use my own music? (I had to risk being perceived as a difficult, diva patient. Otherwise, I would be immersed in the MRI suite's collection of cheesy 1980s lovesongs and 1990s revivals. Think David Pomeranz. And Southborder.) No problem, Rodney said. Yay! Had I known that this was possible, I would have made my own MRI theater soundtrack, which would include The Love Letter Band's Doctors Never Love You and 60's Motown group Honey Cone's Sittin' on a Time Bomb (Waitin' for the Hurt to Come.) Both appropriate songs, indeed. At such short notice, I chose The Life Pursuit. It's bouncy, it's brilliant, it's longer than 25 minutes, I know the lyrics, I won't get bored. I just had to control the urge to dance. Midway through Funny Little Frog, my song of the year, so far, the MRI guys turned off the machine. It's over and done with. I didn't ask Rodney and the other guy if they liked Belle and Sebastian's music or what they thought of it. I was too shy and sleepy. I just hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.





The MRI was clean, by the way. Nothing sinister in there, except my brain.