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Apr. 25th, 2005 08:41 pmSo I'm going to get my head scanned on Wednesday because they got a cancellation, and it's kind of weird to realise it's actually going to happen. I mean, so I'm going to be lying full-body in this machine, and the technician will be able to see my feet poking out the other end, right, and they're going to be checking me for possible aneurysms. And I can't move for about twenty minutes or we'll have to start again. But I can prove I have a brain, and I want to put the scan on a t-shirt to prove it.
It's stupid to think this at my age (when pretty much no-one has an aneurysm), but I think, 'fuck, what if they find one?' It's scary to contemplate doing this every five years for the rest of my life. I mean, how do you tell your boyfriend/fiance/husband that you're going for a brain scan in case your artery bursts and you die? (Is that melodramatic?)
It's stupid to think this at my age (when pretty much no-one has an aneurysm), but I think, 'fuck, what if they find one?' It's scary to contemplate doing this every five years for the rest of my life. I mean, how do you tell your boyfriend/fiance/husband that you're going for a brain scan in case your artery bursts and you die? (Is that melodramatic?)
