20 minutes.
A blur of beeps, buzzes, and that signature MRI soundtrack: industrial techno meets sleep-deprivation.
The staff was fantastic — kind, efficient, and didn’t flinch when I cracked a joke mid-scan (because, obviously).
Now we wait.
To see if there’s anything hanging out in this big brain of mine that doesn’t belong.
Fingers crossed it’s just brilliance up there.
We Conquer as One 
Leave a comment