About six months ago my shoulder started acting oddly. I took some pills, they didn't help, so today I went for an MRI to see what's going on in there. It was, in a word, freaky. At the beginning they handed me some cushy headphones and a 'oh god make it stop' switch, 'just in case'. Then they rolled me in. I hadn't known why they gave me headphones, but once the machine turned on it became very clear - MRIs are LOUD! And rhythmic. It kind of reminded me of European club music I used to listen to - so much so I've been racking my brain trying to remember the song that it reminded me of. I suspect there's some seriously cool music waiting to be pulled out from the MRI cacophony. I didn't use the 'oh god stop' switch, but it was a close run thing - those machines are creeeeeeepy. I definitely had to talk myself in to sticking it out. Thank goodness it was a quick one - I can't imagine staying in there for much longer!