Psithurism

My MRA was meditative. Swaddled in pillows and blankets, earplugs, donning a football mask, I spent 15 minutes in a coffin. Computers and lasers and things I don't understand, searching that which keeps me alive. What connects my mind to my heart? How was it weakened? Where do I go from here?

This feels like the eye of the storm. How is this moment so still within so much NOISE!

God, why are you so difficult and awesome? Your methods are ri-friggin-diculous sometimes, but you weave. You work. You're the God. Here's my life again. Make good stuff happen.

Thoughts and observations:
- It was shorter than my MRIs. Didn't have to hold my breath or other commands. No IV - Nice!
- The people who worked there were SO agreeable and SO helpful. Nadine, I hope you get to spend more time with them.
- I didn't get a chance to perform my new hit single, "We All Live in an MRI Machine" ...huh? huh? Funny, right? Yes. Another example of what you can come up with on four hours of sleep a night! [Professional writer. Do not attempt.]
- The next challenge on Project Runway MUST-MUST-MUST be to design a better hospital gown. Come on. What would Michael Kors say?

I feel sick just looking at that! The color washes her out. It's falling off her shoulders, and Heidi, look at the back. Did she just pull this out of the waste-paper basket, because it has TRASHY written all over it. I thought the medical world was full of smart people. Oh wait, they're the same ones who came up with the paper vest. Have you ever been to an OB/GYN office that wasn't freezing, Nina? No? And they give you a vest. A vest made of paper. Figure-flattering is the least of our worries. Women deserve a hospital gown that could be worn on the runway. It is a GOWN after all!

MRA results Monday, I hope?

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