More snow...WTF!

I know this is not a very original post title, but it is very expressive of how I'm feeling about all of this.

At my last head examination, Dr. B. said that if there was still no change in the shrinking of my brain arteries and as long as the vascular reserve was still good, we would drop from a head examination every 6 months and go to every 9 months.  Huzzah, Huzzay!  Gooey, neck-breaking, eye-popping ultra sound only once a year (roughly, I'm optimistic.)  However, I got a call yesterday about my scheduled MRI.  Grrr.  I didn't realize the ultimate check would be an MRI.  I thought it would be more of the above mentioned horrible gooeiness. 

I hate MRIs.  They never end.  Well, they do end but it takes a long time.  They squeeze you in a tiny tube so you can barely see your toes way down there obstructing the light at the end of the tunnel.  Then they tell you it will be loud, keep very still, breathe normally, and then pump you full of toxic chemicals that make you sick for a week or more and also make you feel nauseatingly hot and like you just wet your pants.  Last time they were halfway through and stopped to accuse me of having a secret hair pin in my 1 inch long hair, dragged me out of the tube, felt my head and neck all over, and finally discovered that someone had woven a straightened paperclip into the neck of the johnie.  They looked at me like I might have done it, then clearly some form of logic cut in and they thought "why would anyone do that?"  My question exactly.  So it started all over again and I got a double dose of the toxic nasty pants wetting stuff.

Now that I'm done with my rant, I would like to say that when they first gave me the stuff and warned me that it would feel like I had just wet myself, I did wonder how you could have that sensation without, ya know, wet-ness.  But sure enough, just like they said, that is exactly what it felt like.  And no, I did not actually wet myself, I checked afterwards.  It does lead one to wonder if MRI techs, what with all the radiation and loud popping and straightened paperclips, inject themselves with that stuff as a form of entertainment?  Perhaps when they have been drinking profusely and haven't peed as a sort of contest of endurance?  A special rite of passage for MRI techs?