The MRI Machine

My mom was staring at the sign above the only parking space left designated for us, and I told her, "Every sign says we need a permit. Obviously, the ticket we recieved coming into the lot is our permit." She shrugged and turned in. While she was taking out all her credit cards (supposdly, they would be messed up if she took them in), I got out of the car and looked at the other signs. They all said the same thing- 'Unauthorized vehicles will be towed away at owners expense' and then there were some numbers following it. I looked at the sign above my mother's car and laughed.1

"Hey, mom!" She replied with annoyance. "Look at the sign." I told her. We both read- 'towed away at owners expense (numbers) Unauthorized vehicles will be'. She gave a half-hearted laughed as she climbed out of the car. "Huh. Your hair is still wet." I sighed. "It won't really matter if my hair is wet, mom...really." She shook her head, and we both walked nervously into the hospital.2

The nurse gave her some papers to fill out; and since she was going in with me, they gave her another paper. I just sit back and relax. Then I think. Don't the patients usually have to do the filling out (I am almost 18)? And sure enough, it was asking the patient to fill it out- yet, my mom still filled it out for me. I was kind of already in a bitchy mood from not knowing what was wrong with my health, and this got me even madder. I got my revenge, though, when she handed the papers back to the nurse and asked if it was okay if my hair was wet. The nurse basically laughed in her face and said hell yea!3

A door opened as my mom came back to sit down. Guess who? A really cute doctor! He came in, then out, in, and back out. I got a great view, from all the angles, too. Then it was my turn to go back. I couldn't believe it. I was in heaven. Around every single corner, there was a cute doctor or nurse (yes, there are guy nurses; I even know one!). Well, anyway, I was told to take everything out of my pockets, and then led into a weird looking room. Before I could, you know, really explore, my glasses were off and my head was strapped in. I felt like I was about to go off to space in 5, 4, 3...but, no. It wasn't fun at all. Maybe it was as fun as an astronaut in a cracked aircraft. And then the pain came, beeb beeb BEEB BEEB tick tictack tick tictack. Silence. Beeb beeb BEEB BEEB tick tictack tick tictack. Silence. More silence. Is it over? They take me out, and I have a huge headache. They tell me NOT to move my head at all; so I do NOT move it, not even a teeny eeny centimeter. They stick a needle in my arm, put me back in and, beeb beeb BEEB BEEB tick tictack tick tictack. Silence. Beeb beeb BEEB BEEB tick tictack tick tictack. Silence. More silence. Is it over? They take me out. My head. Oh my head. But it's finally over.4

I get to leave. In a few days, I will know if I'm just having migraines...or, is it something much, much worse?