January 10, 2014
Today, I'm grateful for my imagination. MRI's are loud and scary (especially when you are claustrophobic). So, during my hour long panic attack, I fought off bad guys in the harsh jungles with my fully automatic weapon. Raced away from the evil knight, who was chasing me on his giant steed (that had a slight limp). Choreographed a cheerleading routine in perfect counts of 8. Overthrew an evil plot to take over the government. And cleaned the house. It was a busy hour! Then I realized......it was alllllllll in my mind, but I was coming out if the tube of death! Thank goodness for imagination!
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