thump thump bang bang

That's my right knee. After dealing with varying degrees of pain with it (due to my somewhat rigorous strength training program and running speedword I'm sure), I bit the bullet and went for an MRI last night.

Thump thump bang bang. I'm not really bothered by MRIs-- despite the noise and the claustrophia that can accompany "the tube." Actually, I find the process rather soothing. When else do you get to just lie there for 40 minutes and not feel guilty about not cleaning the house, working on the computer, reading or otherwise engaging in life activities?

Although I'm somewhat of a hypochondriac (why just have a simple sinus headache when it could be a brain tumor?), I honestly believe that this is probably just a strain. Still. John knows the folks at the MRI place and it's very easy to procure one, so I might as well be sure.

Plus, the images are so damn cool. I was thrilled to death when the technician gave me a CD with the pictures. They're otherworldy and quite dramatic. So I spent a portion of the day today playing with them-- printing them on the computer in a variety of sizes and I plan on using them in a collage for my art class.