For a musician, it might be fun, but... no!
For the first MRI, there are no available slots in Cochin. An ambulance takes me to Saint-Anne for the examination. I will later realize that their machine is a bit outdated in terms of comfort and speed.
The two hospitals are quite close, but thanks to the magic of one-way streets and other works carried out by “Méridpari2024jeuzolympik”, the ambulance is forced to take unlikely routes and ends up going slower than if we were walking. Great! We arrive, search around a bit, find what we're looking for, and once again “needle in the arm”. In fact, as you may know, you no longer have a metal needle in your arm: that's what makes the hole, but what they leave in your arm is a plastic cone/needle, which is less dangerous and allows you a little more freedom of movement.
I enter the room, they position me on the bed, and try to secure my head because I must not move, but their restraint system is not optimal, so I will have to refrain from moving for... half an hour! That's okay, I can do that.
Doi doi doi, oriiiiink! Treuuuu... dong! Bing doi!
The thing starts up and even though you've been given earplugs... Imagine really bad techno music blaring at full volume 20 cm from your ears. At first it's funny, as the noise changes you even feel like you're catching a good verse or chorus, and then suddenly you remember: whatever you do, don't move! From then on, you endure the noise and can't wait for it to end. But it goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and oooooooooooooon...
Meanwhile, all you have to do is observing your reactions: even though I don't seem to have any trouble keeping my head still, it must still require some effort because other parts of my body (my foot, my wrist) are moving involuntarily and randomly. Not often, but still... At the end, I am congratulated on my calmness, put back in the ambulance, and told to wait for the results.
