I Don't Love MRIs

I had my first (and hopefully my last) round of tests with the CT scan and an MRI last night. CT scan = no big deal. MRI = the devil. I don't consider myself claustrophobic, but that tube still freaked me out. I had to lay absolutely still for 1 1/2 hours while being strapped down to a tiny bed in a tiny tube with an extra pillow propping me up on my side and stealing extra room from the tube. Thank goodness for John Mayer singing sweetly in my ear or I might have died (and that is not an exaggeration! If mortality has a check list, I am proud to be able to cross off MRIs in hope that I never have to do that again!