What with my headaches being everyday and all, my neurologist has decided I need an MRI. This means I:

(1) take off all my clothes <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />
(2) put on a paper dress <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />
(3) remove all metal, including glasses, wedding band, and watch (unlike the airports, the MRI people REALLY mean it) <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />
(4) get radioactive dye injected into my head <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />
(5) have myself slid into a giant metal tube for god knows how long <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />
(6) am utterly and completely helpless all the while <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />

I'm looking for the upside here, but I don't see one. <img src="/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />