45 minutes of hell

I went for my first MRI yesterday afternoon. Nothing is really wrong, I just have a lump on my thumb joint at the base of my hand. It has been there since I was a kid and I am not really worried about it, but my regular doctor wanted me to have it looked at. Sure, whatever. No big deal, right? Wrong. It was just my hand, so surely I could just stick my hand in some kind of machine and be done with it, right? Nope. Wrong again. I had to go in the tunnel, lying on my stomach arms straight out, Superman style, and stay perfectly still for over 45 minutes while a loud jackhammer-like sound went on. They gave me headphones with music to listen to, and the station was some easy listening kind of crap, so I asked if the station could be changed, and thankfully, it was changed, because if I had to listen to that crap for 45 minutes it would have doubled the torture. After the first ten minutes or so, my arms started to go tingly then numb, so it was really hard to tell if I was keeping them still. Part way through, they injected some kind of crap in my arm for contrast and after that, the last half of the procedure was the worst because my muscles started to get tired from being in that uncomfortable position and my shoulders were just burning. I knew it was close to the end, and I couldn't move, though, so I was toughing it out. Then my nose started to itch. AAAHHH! I just kept saying to myself, "don't move, don't move, don't move." Finally it was over, thank God. What an ordeal. If I would have known how invloved it was going to be, I might have just let well enough alone.