ICAD extra: MRI 4 Gee W Bee

Tomorrow at 7am, if all goes as planned, I will lie down on a slab and be slid into a claustrophobia-inducing tube, staying immobile as possible for about 45 minutes while slices of my brain are subjected to Magnetic Resonance Imaging. Amazing and seemingly-miraculous as this process is, the prospect of so much tube-time daunts me. I am also the weest bit fearful of what the imaging might reveal, though I’ve been told that it is overwhelmingly likely that they will find nothing serious.

Here is the quintuple, minimalist acrostic poem, with a transcriptional tweak for greater clarity.

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MRI for GWB

Metaphor vying for dweeb

Roquefort bedewing a Grebe

Informal review of a plebe

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Update follows tomorrow, Friends!