Apologies for my quietness these last few weeks. I've been somewhat distracted by a certain part of North Wales. Porthmadog to be exact, the Ffestiniog Railway if you want me to be even more specific.
So, as you've probably gathered, my trip to see the neurologist last month resulted in me being sent for an MRI of my head and neck. This caused much amusement for my partner because the appointment was at the diagnostic centre at the Campus for Aging and Vitality...
I'd heard various stories of people's experiences with MRIs and the general consensus was to take my own music to distract myself from the loud clattering and banging from the magnet. I'd gone through various options and eventually settled on one.
It actually ended up being none of the above because I hadn't accounted for the fact that the case I'd taken contained 2 different CDs. Having been confined to the tube, I just got what I was given.
I quickly learnt that having taken my own music was completely irrelevant. My musician brain started tuning into the different taps and chords that the machine was making and turned it into its own form of post-modern / disco music. I actually found it quite interesting to listen to the scanner and quickly picked up on where the different taps were coming from, the patterns they were following and even got into predicting the changing patterns. Whoever said music is a "dumb" subject clearly hasn't spent any time at it.
They had to change the table between scans so I was pulled out after the first round. The radiologist asked me how the music was and I was honest with him and said I'd been listening to the scanner. I'm not entirely sure he knew what to make of me telling him that my musician brain had turned it into music, but never mind.
So now it's the wait for the results, and the feeling a bit sad for actually wanting to see the pictures they've taken of my brain.