Being inside an MRI may be one of the strangest experiences I've ever had (so far!).
There is just no way to gracefully get into that thing face down. Everyone in the room is going to see all your junk and you have to be ok with that. Luckily I have no shame, so this was not really a problem. I tried to equate it with being on a massage table, except that your boobs have to hang down in their own little sections and just...hang there. Like they're having their own little special party and no one else is invited, "Sorry! This section is for tits only!".
So once I assumed the position, the trolley thing rolls forward into the MRI machine and dizziness ensues! I'm pretty sure the tech said something along the lines of, "Don't worry, it's just your protons being realigned". I'm lucky that I didn't realign some protons right onto that machine. After that feeling passed, disorientation and the sound of bad electronica began. I pretended I was in space for a while, and I had to open my eyes every few minutes to reorient myself. Otherwise, I just tried to breathe and use the time to meditate and add my own beats to the sounds of the machine.
In short - I lived. I did not pass out from the IV (yay needle allergy!) and I kept my wits about me. Medical procedures are really not my thing, man.
I should hear results by Friday. All crossables are crossed!