#mris

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[queefsencen]

me and @exvelovly …. the most toxic yuri that ever toxic yuried 😞😞😞

[i-give-worms]

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they should let you get xrays and mris just cause. i wanna see what my skelinton looks like. i wanna see my organs and shit

[symeona]

Image description: It's a drawing of Aayla Secura and Quinlan Vos from Star Wars. They're both very young, with Aayla being a toddler. Quinlan is lifting the long sleeve of his robe to show Aayla hiding inside it. Quinlan is grinning affectionately while Aayla seems to be laughing nervously. The prompt of this drawing was to draw Aayla trying to convince her future teacher to take her with him on a mission. End of description.

[gwydionmisha]

I asked very carefully about MRI safety before I let them cut me open and steal my bones because I wanted to be very, very sure.

*booking an mri* what if I accidentally have a pacemaker. what if I got secret bone surgery and forgot about the pins

[sleepy-bebby]

They did a CT scan on a fish

[petergeoffreylucas]

Dr Peter Geoffrey Lucas - Understanding Tattoos and MRIs

[monkeymeghan]

I have two titanium plates in my head. Titanium is non-magnetic. I had to have a brain mri earlier this year and was so scared. I got clearance from my doctor, and a pre-mri x-ray to verify, and I was still terrified. I don’t care about the confinement or the ridiculously loud banging and buzzing sounds, I don’t want metal ripped out of my skull. Yay anxiety!

thought too hard about MRI machines today and had this come to me in a vision

[meatsema]

A small world of MRI Old artwork from 2022

[nataliedecorsair]

For this Halloween, I present you my MRI monster + a little bonus story about it >:) --

It’s the tail end of October, when the days shrink down to thin slices of cold sunlight. The late autumn air is sharp and crisp. It’s carrying the scent of wet, dying leaves; it stirs a strange feeling inside you, a mix of melancholy and restless hunger for something more. An adventure, perhaps... or something darker.

And why not? You’re young, curious and like everything weird and unusual. For you anything out there is a story, and this one could be a story about the unfortunate abandoned hospital at the end of a broken road. Folks say this place is haunted, but maybe no one’s ever dared to find out for sure. You're certain it is time for you to solve this mystery for good.

You ease your way inside. The door gives a long, miserable creak as it opens, as if it hasn’t been touched in decades. The paint, once green, is almost gray now; it hangs in shreds, peeling off the wood like dead skin. The air in the hallway hits you, stale and thick, smelling of dust and something sour. You pull out your flashlight, clicking it on with a soft snap, and the narrow beam cuts through the dark, scanning over pockmarked walls and the occasional room. But, of course, you don't see anything but empty beds, rusty buckets, piles of ragged fabric left to rot. No signs of ghosts or ghouls - or anything remotely interesting, for that matter.

You explore for ten minutes, maybe more, telling yourself you’ll see something any second now. But after the seventh empty room, you start to think there's no mystery at all. Pretty expectable, isn't it? Or what, did you really think you’d find anything but dust, broken glass, and busted syringes? With a sigh, you turn to go, shaking your head.

You take a step into the hallway, flashlight slicing through the shadows, and that’s when you hear it: a low, dry crrrk-crrrk. At first, you think it’s the old building settling. But then it comes again, irregular and jittery, like static: crick-crack, crick-crick-crack. The sound’s sharper now, that unmistakable staccato of a Geiger counter ticking.

Your heart beats faster. You swing the flashlight in the direction of the noise, but there’s nothing there, just the same hollow walls and chipped paint. Crick-crack-crick. Louder now, closer... For a sick, sinking moment, you wonder if there’s something radioactive buried here, and shake your head in disbelief.

"It doesn’t make any sense," you think. "I don’t even have a Geiger counter." But your mind, stubborn as a mule, wrestles to make sense of the nonsense, to catalog that weird crackle and shove it into some drawer that fits. Maybe you’re just hearing things? The building is old, there could be some pipes. It's always the pipes that make the most uncanny noises.

But the thing making that sound... it doesn’t care whether you understand or not.

You run forward, not watching where you're stepping, and a rusty bucket clatters across the floor. You fumble as your flashlight slips from your hand, the beam ricocheting off the walls and scattering shadows like startled birds. You crouch to retrieve it, fingers scrambling over the filthy, dusty tiles. And that’s when you see it, illuminated by the flashlight laying on the floor.

Feet.

They're human, but wrong. Slightly translucent - and shot through with slowly swirling masses of black and red liquid, twisting just under the skin. You look upward, and you make out the outline of a woman in a tattered, filthy hospital gown. Her body consists of that liquid, contained within the thin walls of her grayish skin. Everywhere but her head. It looks like an MRI scan, flickering between 2D and 3D, a nightmare too strange for your eyes to comprehend. Empty white orbs stare down at you, soulless and wide. She has no lips, but her mouth peels back, revealing a row of long, black teeth: it almost looks like a smile. She leans in, and before you can scream, rushes towards you - and the world plunges into darkness.

...You wake up in your own bed, the morning light spilling through the curtains. What a horrible nightmare you just had! Head feels so heavy, it hurts with this annoying, pulsating, throbbing pain deep within your brain. You feel feverish. You got sick, perhaps? It would explain the dream, so realistic - and so ephemeral at the same time.

With a sigh, you brush your palm through your hair, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep... but your fingers snag on something. A clump of hair. You pull it free, bewildered. Since when have you started balding? Confusion morphs into unease as you glance down at the skin of your hand, red and sunburn. Sunburn in October? In this area?

"I should definitely see a doctor," you think, an anxious knot tightening in your stomach. "But not in this abandoned hospital." Nervous chuckle escaped your lips, as you tried to calm yourself down with this silly joke. "I will never go there again, whether it's a dream or not."

…At least, you thought so. -- More spooky art here and here

[copingchaos]

The IDF is counting on people to not have any critical thinking skills at this point

[handbellanon]

The thing that I always forget until it happens again is I can feel the dye going through my system, like my lips get a little tingly. Obviously you know your body best OP, just don't be surprised if you get that feeling even if you're not having a reaction.

Also, the machine will make VERY. VERY. LOUD sounds that all sound like the machine is about to catastrophically tear itself apart- it is not doing this, those are just its normal sounds. I spent the entire first MRI I ever had waiting for them to pause and tell me there was an issue and we'd have to redo it, but it never happened. They warn you on the internet about the loud sounds (like above), but I've never seen a website let people know that it's not just loud, they're the sounds usually reserved for the-machine-is-breaking. Just a heads-up.

Seconding the part about talking to the techs- they understand that an MRI can be scary, they're there to help. Every place I've had one has had tips & tricks on hand to help people not focus on the MRI itself.

You can also usually ask for a blanket to help keep you warm if you're feeling cold, and they'll give you sockies to wear when you change beforehand (if you're like me and don't care about texture, they make great additions to the sock drawer to make laundry more infrequent).

I also leave any metal jewelry at home on the day-of, so I don't have to try to remember to take it off/not lose it when I'm actually at the appointment. You'll get a locker to keep your clothes and shoes in when you change into the hospital gown, but I still try to minimize what I bring because it's less to keep track of.

Hi! I'm getting my first MRI (for my brain, with contrast) and I am TERRIFIED! It sounds like you've had a few - any reassurance or advice? (No pressure to respond - you probably get lots of these!)

It’s definitely a weird sensation and I understand the fear, but I actually don’t mind them. Some labs offer things like music or aromatherapy to keep people calm (some people find the machine extremely claustrophobic and they are aware of this) so check with your radiology department to see if you can bring in your own playlist if you think that’d help.

For my first MRI with the contrast they let me bring my childhood teddy bear and once I was situated in the tube, the lab tech placed him in my hands outside the machine so I could hold onto him, as well as the panic button that they give you so they can pull you out if you suddenly realize, yeah, actually, you’re claustrophobic and about to freak the fuck out.

I’m someone who panics in enclosed spaces, but the MRI was actually okay. I knew I wasn’t trapped because my feet were outside the machine and I just closed my eyes and made up fanfic in my head for forty five minutes 😅.

The drum spinning can be loud. So if you’re noise sensitive, ask about ear plugs.

I don’t usually bother with the earplugs and sometimes just talk to the lab tech over the intercom if they’re feeling chatty. They know I’m an MCAS risk with the dye so they tend to chatter more with me than other people, I think. My first ever episode of MCAS anaphylaxis happened inside of a CT machine from the contrast dye (different dye from the MRI dye). So they know my PTSD from being in big whirly machines is through the roof and do what they can to help. If you’re extremely anxious let them know. They’re used to it.

Afterwards, don’t be surprised if you’re dizzy or experience vertigo. I felt like I’d been on a very fast spinning ride when they pulled me out.

The tech explained this was the MRI affecting my inner ear and it’d go away pretty quick. I think it took an hour for me to stop tripping over my own feet, so if possible I’d suggest having someone there to drive you home/take a cab if you can.

Other than that, just try to make sure you’re well rested beforehand and give yourself something to look forward to after. I usually go to the bookstore or grab a new comic, but getting your favorite coffee or another little treat is a good idea too.

I hope your scan is uneventful and whatever reasons you’re doing in for resolves soon. Best of luck!

[nipuni]

The heart of the universe 💫

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on december 1st!

[pangur-and-grim]

when you're mean to me, this is who you're being mean to

[lapisllong]

I've had several MRIs (Magnetic Resonance Imaging) and they are trippy, stressful, annoying, cool in a sci-fi way, loud as hell, and, if they use the contrast dye, will make you imagine that you are the living embodiment of a Cure song. They never did find out what was wrong with my head and why I was having all the migraines, but it was nice to know that my skull is full of a whole warehouse full of peas brains.

MREs, on the other hand, are an experience everyone should also have, at least once. It's a "Meal Ready to Eat" - the military on-the-go prepackaged meal kits. The less said about them, the better, but I can tell you that some are better than others.

i think they should give everyone one free mri. just so we can see what the fuck is up with our brains

[anyataylorjoys]

Eric Foreman in S2E21: Euphoria Part 1