Being inside a Magnetic Resonance Imaging machine is like being next to someone using a jackhammer while standing in front of an amplifier at a rock concert.
And somehow it is oddly soothing.
It’s been a long time since anyone has accused me of being an athlete. Yet, inside the MRI machine is where I found myself Thursday afternoon as a result of a weightlifting mishap last November.
I knew immediately then that I had done some damage, but as my wife likes to say, I counted on my magical thinking that it would heal over time.
Are you hurt or are you injured?