Hi, I’m Fortunato

Got an MRI on my hips today. Prior to lying down They asked me for tunes I’d like to listen to whilst being scanned.

“Eh, 70’s rock I guess.”

I’m thinking a couple of tunes and I’m outta here

I lie down, they position my body , put my headphones on and slide me into…. a Tomb. I’m good thru stairway to heaven, Jackson brown and several others. At some point I start to panic. Get me out of here, I yell. Within moments I’m slid out of my coffin. Hey, you’re all done. I’m really uncomfortable. Jeez it became being buried alive. I open my eyes to be greeted be a beige wall 3 inches from my face.

Deep breath Tech says welcome to MRI land. And I walk outside thinking it was all a test. How long could I take it. They had the image within minutes. The rest was torture. I just know I’ll wake up tonight screaming “For the love of God, Montresor!”as I flail at the brick wall that morph into my blankets. Nice blankets. Sorry to include you in my nightmare

Seventy rock. You knew it was a mistake. Mix that with clicks and warbles and other percussion. 15 , 18, 28 minutes? I don’t know. So they’ve found my breaking point. They used it to get me to indict you.

My backward glimpse into 1984. Call me Winston