A Visit to the Neurosurgeon's Clinic

I visited a hospital today and had my brain scanned. I lay on the bed, had my head fixed in place by bands, the bed slid into that big ring, and the machine started to bombard my brain with electromagnetic waves. It was pretty noisy; it seemed as if the machine was trying to test my nerves by using one wave pattern after another. Somehow, though, I felt relaxed and felt like sleeping. This may be because the technician had told me that the whole session would take 10 to 15 minutes, and so I was mentally prepared and had told myself that there was nothing I could do for the duration, the realization robbing me of any feeling of resistance.

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I visited a hospital today and had my brain scanned. After lying down on the bed, my head was secured with straps, and the bed slid into a large, ring-shaped machine. It began to emit bursts of electromagnetic waves, accompanied by a loud, almost rhythmic series of noises—like it was testing my nerves with one wave pattern after another.

Oddly enough, I felt relaxed, even drowsy. I think it was because the technician had told me the session would last 10 to 15 minutes. Knowing that, I surrendered to the process—I had no control over what was happening, and that realization, oddly, made it easier to let go.