To check up on my Crohn’s Disease, I am sent for an MRI every year or so. I know it’s good to get checked but I hate it. I have to drink a litre of some foul-tasting liquid first. It’s full of artificial sweetener of some kind, none of which I can abide. Then I have to lie face down on the MRI bed contraption, with my arms stretched out above my head. I have rheumatoid arthritis in my shoulders, which makes it worse, and then I have to lie still for thirty minutes while the equipment and the operator do their thing. By the time I’m done they haveto help me off the bed, as I cannot move my arms!

I would rather have a colonoscopy. Yep. I said it, I meant it.

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