Yesterday I had the MRI. One of my sisters sends me a video of the very first MRI. The man who invented it built himself a chamber and climbed into it and he was locked into it. He didn't know if he'd have a cardiac arrest or not. It reminded me of the chamber a trapped man builds himself on a never changing house in Elizabeth Knox's Mortal Fire. He builds it to try and escape. I wonder if Knox was thinking of MRI machines. I have been warned about the noise. I am lying on my front and rolled into the chamber and there's a fan blowing and when the scans are happening there is continuous banging noise for one minute, then three minutes, then six minutes. I don't know if it's real or not but I feel like there are different waves of the banging, a jump in the rhythm where I feel one cycle is taking over from the other. I start putting words into it. I change the words. The wind blows on me. My head feels odd and hot. Can I feel the magnetic force? Is that possible? The internet says no. I buy a post-surgery bra. I visit my mother. I have a headache and today read that when you have contrast dye injected for an MRI that can cause mild headaches and nausea. My operation is on the 22nd of November. There's pink peonies on our coffee table in a green vase. They could not be more pink, more full of life.
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