MRIs, Music, and Me

In keeping with my plan, here is my next poem.

Be warned, it is horrible.

The time has come for my next MRI.

The Shepherd Center is my objective,
And I arrive with hopes reaching the sky.
No new lesions! Rituxan’s effective!

I must keep still for an hour, or more
While the machine examines my brain.
The droning lures me to sleep, and I snore,
Listening to the numbing beats galore.

Soon it will be the time for my next scan.
To sit for an hour in the device
And then discuss with my doctor the plan
Of how to treat MS, with his advice.

So, then in six months time I will return
For my next scan to see what I can learn.