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Well, I got my MRI of my brain, finally. When I first went and saw a neurologist/neuropsychiatrist, I asked for one. No dice. Double checked with my GP. No dice. So, I let it go and figured that at some point I would like to do neurofeedback and that the test administrator would get one then.
Fine. But in the interim, as we know, I have had a lot of sensory issues related to neurology. So I saw an Ear Nose and Throat Specialist. He went over the balance and audiology tests that came out normal... and then said, "Gee, you have a lot of neurological issues (no sh-t!) and have you ever had an MRI? I said, No but I would like one. So he ordered one. Being a well-known otolaryngologist, I am sure he is a preferred doctor with the insurance company and I had no problems with precertification.
I did the MRI at the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania and they took scads of pictures of my brain. Honestly, the machine sounds like a jack hammer. You would think that with all the advances in technology, they could have figured out how to sound proof the machine. Also, I had an MRI done earlier of my neck at St. Mary's Hospital and they gave me headphones with my choice of music. As I had a good bunch of time to kill and nowhere to go since I was supposed to lay perfectly still, I decided to say the Rosary--sans beads, natch. (I knew my good Catholic training would come in handy at some point in my life. I just never figured out that it would be in an MRI machine!). I whipped through 3 or 4 decades of Hail Mary's and then the test came to an end.