I had an MRA today and all I got were some pictures.
Of my brain.
I have never seen my brain before, so I actually found this to be quite fascinating.
I guess that makes the twenty minutes I spent inside the machine, feeling like my head was next to a jackhammer, worth it. Plus, Phil Collins was there via a set of headphones, so I can’t complain.
Now I just wish I knew how to read a MRA.
On second thought, maybe I don’t.