Utopianism

I went for my MRI today, and it was terrible. I would have rather been given six shots than had to stay in that contraption for an hour. Claustrophobia set in the second I was inside, and after an hour of not moving, restlessness was a given. I’m really surprised that I didn’t vomit. Or have a stroke. Or both.

I hope I never have to see the inside of one of those machines again.