Another day, another trip to the doctor's.
Today I got to see the MRI of my shoulder. I've seen MRI images before in Science News, for example, but there's something different about seeing a cross section of one's own body.
My bones. My muscles. My layer of subcutaneous fat.
The clarity of the image was startling. I knew I managed to stay really still and as my reward, I got to see the individual muscle fibers of my biceps.
I look like meat. The cross section of my upper arm reminded me of what one sees in the meat department at the supermarket, except I lack marbling.
108 words | December 23, 2004 09:17 PM | Miss Trauma