So, as it turns out, I have a brain after all.1 Proof! Evidence! Personally, I'm quite fond of my brain. It fills all of my head, and seems to me that's a good characteristic of a brain. Good enough for me, anyway.
For you lucky folks playing along at home, I've even uploaded an image. Because, really, who doesn't want to see my brain?
Apologies for the crappyness. As it turns out, it's a tad difficult to photograph or scan films.
The fact remains I am not empty-headed. Despite behaviour sometimes to the contrary.
Oh, and they really shouldn't take the opportunity, while I was trapped motionless inside a big magnet, of playing Fine Young Cannibals at me. The nurse assured me it could have been worse, they could have chosen Dolly Parton for me. Somehow, I didn't find that particularly comforting.
Also? It is possible to fall asleep in the midst of an MRI. Just so you know. Or maybe I really can sleep anywhere.
- Whether said brain functions correctly, normally, or as expected is still undetermined. Feel free to speculate on that as you will. [↩]