Have you ever had an MRI? Well, if you are claustrophobic, I suggest finding one of the “open” type because I never thought I was claustrophobic but I have to say that when you realize that for the next 20 minutes you are going to be laying inside a white plastic tube that’s almost pinning your arms down making all kinds of banging and whirring noises while bombarding your body with magnetic waves, you might just start to feel a tad uneasy! When I went for the MRI of my back I found myself feeling panicked so to keep my mind off it I kept my eyes tightly shut—it wasn’t dark inside the white tube, it was quite light—and pretended that I was laying outside in the sun and each new banging and whirring sequence was a different kind of animal (squirrel, chipmunk, raccoon, bird, etc.) trying to get into the house through the roof. I imagined in great detail their little hard hats, reflective vests, tool belts and all their tools. Everything down to the tiny lunch pails and water bottles they were having on their breaks! I’m happy to say that they never made it—their tiny tools are not strong enough to break through the shingles on the roof. Oh, my mind is an interesting place!
I find that having the ability to tell myself a story is a great way to distract myself from unpleasant situations such as having an MRI, or root canal. I have been making up stories all my life. Not lying, but just writing stories in my head. Some of them make it onto paper (or computer now) but there have been so mamy I never wrote down. My younger brother and I used to take a tape recorder and make up stories with sound effects to entertain ourselves. I remember at least one of them, not the details, but things that happened while we were taping. We titled it "The Haunted Volcano", and I was supposed to make the sound of the volcano erupting, except that each time I started to do it we both giggled and giggled instead. I chuckle now as I think of it. In another part we wanted to sound of a ghost clanking chains as Jacob Marley did in "A Christmas Carol" so my brother found something outside on the porch. We were out there taping it when my mother came to see what the noise was and upon seeing Dave with the items we were using yelled "Hey! Don't ruin that thing!", and Dave replied, "It's a ghost" before we both collapsed in giggles. I wish I had those tapes, but I doubt they survived. My brother went on to write and self publish a book of historical fiction, write a sci-fi novel (unpublished), as well as newspaper and magazine articles. I simply continued writing for my own pleasure and start this blog.
I have some unpleasant things coming up in my near future, and plan to utilize my story telling ability to the max. If I come up with any that I think would amuse my readers, you can be sure you will find them here!