Oh, my!
I am waiting for another MRI!

They try to gain
Another view of my brain.

I was asked to come in on a Sunday at five,
Which made it for me an easy drive.

I was guided to a tiny room upstairs
That had only room for three chairs.

Two were occupied by people that looked very stern
awaited their turn.

The staff appeared indifferent because handling a machine
For them is routine.

I seems to be the norm…
To first fill out a form

To list if you have a clue
If any metal is hidden within you.

I told them before the exam,
How claustrophobic I am.

But they ignored to hear or see
My plea.

Inside the tube was no light
And I was strapped in very tight

But then they apologized very loud
When I screamed to get me out.

I was put in a different machine
One to which I also will never wean

But at least there was light
And I was not strapped in as tight .

I hope for sure
That no more MRI’s I have to endure