I'll tell ya...

The very first MRI I had "back in the day" was after that terrible incident, where a young boy was killed because of an oxygen tank being pulled into the MRI machine... I made them "double check" that everything was dress right dress. Then... they put headphones on me and asked what music I liked... "Classic Rock is fine," I said... they put the "cage" over my face...machine whirs me in... the lady asks me if I am ok on the headphones...and the noises start. I remember the frequency and magnetism of the machine was causing the earpieces to somewhat "suck in"...and then... all at one...

Magic Carpet Ride...

...started playing... I felt it was a sign... who knows...

All I know is, I feel you brother. We have different diseases, but still, brother's for life. Tell them to get their crap together... you got places to go...home!

Much love my friend...