Claustrophobia Rockin'

I’ve lived long enough in the big sky country of the Great Plains and Rocky Mountain West that I now feel quite claustrophobic in the skyscraper canyons of a big city. So you might imagine how much I enjoy the close confines of a MRI tube. (The occasion of my first brain MRI led to an accidental Ativan overdose and you can read all about it here) And there’s just no way I’d climb into a tanning bed, even if I was buying the snake oil that ‘Dr.’ Mercola and his ilk are selling. But I’m due for a MRI of Mr. Schwannoma in ten days or so and have learned from having a slew of these scans to do them without benefit of pharmaceutical assistance. And I’ve even come to the point of kinda chilling and grooving to the banging of those magnets.

For all of you who’ve learned to dance to the rhythms of a MRI, The Hotel Melanoma rendition of the Moody Blues’ “The Story In Your Eyes”…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r75XWbsSx-E



I've been thinking about my fortune
And I've decided that I’m really not to blame
For the lump that's deep inside me now
Is still the same

And the sounds we get from leather
Is the music to my forty MRI’s
It's been shining down upon me now
I realize

Listen to your hide slowly burning
’Screen all your heartaches away
You’re part of the pyre that is burning
And without tan beds you can build another day

But I'm frightened for the children
That the hide that they are tanning will bring pain
And fake sunshine they've been baking for
Will turn to stain

Listen to your hide slowly burning
’Screen all your heartaches away
You’re part of the pyre that is burning
And without tan beds you can build another day

But I'm frightened for the children
That the hide that they are tanning will bring pain
And fake sunshine they've been baking for
Will turn to stain

When the final line is over
And it's certain that the curtain's gonna fall
I can hide inside from sweet sweet sun
For ever more