"It's not a tumor..."
I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches. I hate headaches.
And now my doctor wants me to get a brain MRI. It sounds creepy to me. Anything medical having to do with brains sounds creepy to me. And all I can think of is the scene in Harry Potter # 5 where Ron gets attacked by the brains in the green potion in the tank. (Sorry if I've ruined anyhting for you, but I figure the people who care that much have had plenty of time to read it already...) And it's scary, even though logically I know it shouldn't be. You just lie down in the tube and they take pictures inside your head. And I'm not afraid of getting it done. I'm afraid of what it might say. But in all reality, it's probably nothing. That's what the doctor thinks. I'm sure she's right. It might be cool to see pictures of my brain, too. They'll probably just confirm that my head is too chock full of information, and I need to get rid of some of it. R says I need a penseive. I think he's right.
Plus, I have gained 6 pounds in two days, which I know cannot possibly be fat. It must be water or glycogen, which doesn't really count. But it's still disturbing. Maybe I have a six pound tumor in my head.
And now my doctor wants me to get a brain MRI. It sounds creepy to me. Anything medical having to do with brains sounds creepy to me. And all I can think of is the scene in Harry Potter # 5 where Ron gets attacked by the brains in the green potion in the tank. (Sorry if I've ruined anyhting for you, but I figure the people who care that much have had plenty of time to read it already...) And it's scary, even though logically I know it shouldn't be. You just lie down in the tube and they take pictures inside your head. And I'm not afraid of getting it done. I'm afraid of what it might say. But in all reality, it's probably nothing. That's what the doctor thinks. I'm sure she's right. It might be cool to see pictures of my brain, too. They'll probably just confirm that my head is too chock full of information, and I need to get rid of some of it. R says I need a penseive. I think he's right.
Plus, I have gained 6 pounds in two days, which I know cannot possibly be fat. It must be water or glycogen, which doesn't really count. But it's still disturbing. Maybe I have a six pound tumor in my head.