. . . and I didn't enjoy it a bit. Nothing like spending a half hour enclosed in a tomb, listening to something like a jackhammer, as giant magnets scramble your DNA. Very bizarre experience. The worst part was that at some point I drifted into that murky "not quite asleep" zone. When I became fully conscious again, I was completely freaked out by the experience -- my forehead strapped to a gurney, the words of the radiologist ringing in my ears: "Don't swallow. It will show up as abnormalities in your spine." Felt like I had stepped into an E.A. Poe short story. I didn't even get any Valium like the doctor had promised. But I'm home again, enjoying my prescribed Vicadin and waiting for some results. Anyone know what's ahead of me if I really do have a slipped disk?