What is totally baffling is that I spent my childhood aggressively playing numerous organized sports (soccer, swimming, tennis and volleyball) and was always hanging out with kids whose regular conversations went something like this:
• "Wanna build a ramp out of boards or snow and jump our bikes/skateboards/sleds over them?"
• "Wanna pull me behind your bike while I hold on to the seat while I'm on my skateboard?"
• "Wanna race down the street on our bikes while I sit on your handlebars?"
• "Wanna go exploring in the park/woods/creek?"
• "Wanna run around the neighborhood playing a monster game of flashlight tag?"
• "Wanna climb those fences/trees?"
In all that time I may have skinned by knees, but I never got seriously injured --- and yet later in life this old bag of bones seems to be a magnetic for injury. Figures.
So back to my Mission to Mars that's a courtesy of this bike wreck.
If you've ever had the pleasure of having an MRI you know what I mean. After removing every piece of jewelry and donning a lovely hospital gown I shoved ear plugs in my ears, got positioned on this sled-like bed and was rolled into position.
I kid you not, I felt like I was heading to the Moon w/o the proper training or gear.
The loud buzzing and beeping took some getting used to, but somehow I just closed my eyes, kept very still and in a way meditated to the sound of those buzzes and beeps. In no time the 30 minutes was up and I was heading out the door with my CD full of cool looking images.
Unfortunately, I couldn't convince the tech to tell me anything. I'm just going to have to wait until next Wednesday to learn the results. It's like discovering your Christmas gift early, but you can't figure out how to effectively open the box to see what's inside.
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