Ever wonder "What is an MRI is like?" Well you're in luck! I just had an MRI and I am more than willing to share it with you!

There are two types of Magnetic resonance imaging machineries that one might come into contact with. One is Open MRI and the other is Tunnel. In Open MRI there is about 5 feet of space around you to avoid claustrophobia, in Tunnel there's only about the width of a large adult male body. Tunnel scans are considered superior due to the close proximity needed for more accurate scans. So now that we've got the basic descriptions and explanations out of the way..... WHAT THE HELL IS AN MRI LIKE?!

Well an MRI, quite simply, is like being buried alive under a dance club that specializes in House music. They might inject you with contrast, as they did in my case, which feels like a cool sensation running down your arm. The contrast they use is quite different from the iodine contrast that is used for CT Scans (Computed tomography), which tends to make you feel hot.

I was in a Tunnel MRI and it was quite an unusual experience. You're stuck in this tunnel for about 30 minutes and I can tell you that MRIs are bound to be a little nerve racking for those who are claustrophobic or have fears of being buried alive. Thankfully, I am not afraid of either one of these things but I can see why others are. Also, they make you remove anything from your body that has any kind of metal on it and if they're doing any part of your body they give you scrubs and socks to wear (not very flattering).

Where does the House Music fit in? The MRI machine generates this steady rhythmic 4 step beat that you find in most club/house music, so much so that it actually sucks because it drives your desire to move around in an environment where you have virtually no room to move and even if you could, you're not supposed to. You just lie there with your hands at your sides being told to breathe and not breathe and waiting for the rattling and noise to stop.

By the time you start to have unbearable itching on your nose and are unable to itch the itches and think that you're about to go insane with the itchiest of the itchy.... you're done! Then you get dressed and go home filled with the knowledge that a perfect stranger has become familiar with your insides and has the visual evidence to prove it. Nice.