I only waited about 10 minutes before being called, which in most cases is an acceptable waiting period for any medical profession office. But this was not most cases.
I gazed back at Silvia as I rose and approached the friendly-looking medical technician and wondered if Silvia shared the same concern that crept inside of me; had enough time elapsed for the powerful little xanax pill to cast its calming effects on my tattered nerves? My answer would arrive quickly.
I felt strange as I walked through the door and into the MRI room. It was entering a world of technology that appealed to my scientific curiosity…but, it was also an encounter with a machine that would look deep inside of me and seemingly strip away my soul. It seemed too personal now, and I was afraid…it was unnerving!
