-
10. Sway Me Smooth: Soundtrack for an MRI of the Brain
- University of Wisconsin Press
- Chapter
- Additional Information
140 10 Sway Me Smooth Sound track for an MRI of the Brain I Like to Move It “Don’t move,” the tech ni cian named Molly says. Then she squeezes my ankle and leaves the room. Move? I’m su pine, with a thick white semi cir cu lar cage locked across my en tire face. Rub ber chocks im mo bi lize my neck and head on a table so nar row I think one deep breath could top ple me. Even if I weren’t still dizzy. But I’ve been dizzy non stop now for thir teen weeks and six days. When I lie, sit, stand. When I look up or down, left or right. When wind stirs the maple leaves out side my bed room win dow or birds fly by or im ages flash on the tele vi sion screen. I can’t drive, still need a cane, have fal len in gro cery stores and on side walks. And now I’m in a re mod eled for mer cake fac tory, about to be drawn into the bore of a giant mag net. The mag net will force the hydro gen atoms in my brain to line up neatly, then bom bard them with radio waves so a com puter Sway Me Smooth 141 can iden tify what’s caus ing the prob lem in my brain or inner ear. Move ment is some thing I’m no longer good at, and no longer do with out care ful plan ning. So okay, Molly, I won’t move. Sud denly her voice is in my head. “Ear phones work?” I force my self not to nod, and risk a shallow-breathed whis per. “Un less I’m hav ing aural hal lu ci na tions.” “Good. Now what kind of music do you like?” Like most peo ple, my head is often filled with music. Broad way, 1950s rock, the pop croon ers, dance music. A ran dom word can trig ger a whole string of mel ody and lyr ics, which ex plains why the song run ning through my brain now, trig gered a mo ment ago by Molly say ing “don’t move,” is once again Reel 2 Real’s 1994 hit “I Like to Move It.” It was a sticky song—an ear worm—for me even be fore Bev erly and I watched Ju li anne Hough and Apolo Anton Ono samba to it on Danc ing with the Stars. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. “Music?” “Yeah, we can play music through your ear phones. Helps dis tract you. Some of the scans can be a lit tle noisy.” A lit tle noisy. I’ve had two brain MRIs be fore, twenty years ago, and re mem ber feel ing like I was stuck in side a jack ham mer. With out think ing, and over rid ing the crazed tune in my head, I tell Molly “the old stan dards.” That seems to con found her. There’s a click in my ear phones, then si lence, then an other click. “Name a singer you like.” I didn’t think she’d know who Vaughn Mon roe was. Or Matt Monro ei ther. “Well, how about Mi chael Bublé?” “That’ll work.” She re minds me about the squeeze ball she handed me to use if I need help, and re-reminds me not to move. Then the table is slid ing back ward and I know enough to close my eyes so I won’t have to see the tiny space where I’ll be spend ing the next forty-five min utes. [3.137.161.222] Project MUSE (2024-04-24 18:43 GMT) A Spinning World 142 Molly’s view of me now: the pale blue paper shorts I’ve been is sued, from which pro trude my legs and feet held ab so lutely still. Feel ing Good Goo gle the phrase “MRI noise” and you find a range of de scrip tions: bang ing, beep ing, buzz ing, clang ing, click ing, grind ing, ham mer ing, knock ing, tap ping, whir ring. But the ad jec tive pre ced ing those de scrip tions is con sis tent: loud. And, for brain im ages, that loud noise is scant inches from your ears. Ac cord ing to how stuff works.com...