A penis gets to feel, well, really good stuff. In an MRI you just sit there and you can't even jack off. Nobody sucks your dick. Then they pull you out, shoot you full of radioactive bullshit and send you back in the tupe. AND YOU DON'T EVEN GET TO LISTEN TO LED ZEPPLIN!!!! So no, it's not a vagina. I know very well what a vagina feels like and an MRI tube doesn't qualify.

Sorry to rant. I'm fucking sick of those tubes. I keep getting shoved into them and I keep saying "no" - they shove me in anyway.

I guess everyone has a different level of tolerance for being in extremely tight spaces.

I just wonder how someone really obese would be able to get in one. I guess they probably couldn't seeing as how I'm only slightly overweight.

They put a warm towel over my eyes, but I could still peek out.

The really weird thing is wondering how long, or when it's done and you don't know it is and they just slide you out. Or worry that somehow you might have metal on you or in you and you don't know it.

I guess I'm MRI safe now.

... and when I came back I had to sit still in a tube for TWO FUCKING HOURS!!! Fortunately I peed first.

I've also been through the noise tests in the things, but that's because I suffer from tonic-clonic seizures. When it was over, I ripped out my IV lines and escaped into a safe zone (waiting room). I'm not the best patient the hospitals have ever seen.

If people have an objection to reading someone else's opinion, then they should learn to just move on to something else.


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Fuck no. I've been in a shitload of MRIs and that is NOT like a penis.
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Waaaay too much information! I wish this poster would get the point that his never-ending sexual commentary is inappropriate and, quite frankly, rather creepy.

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... about the guy who got the job at the pickle factory. First day he comes home from work and his wife asks him about his day.

"It was OK", he said, "but I had this weird urge to put my dick in the pickle slicer."

"Oh no", she replied. "Don't do that."

He assured her that he wouldn't and things were fine for about two weeks. Then he came home from work one day and spoke to his wife: "Remember I said I had this urge to put my dick in the pickle slicer? Well today I did it."

"Oh my god", she said. "What happened?"

"They fired me", he replied.

"But, but, but, what about the pickle slicer?" she stammered.

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he was extremely claustrophobic. I always wondered why he'd never go to caverns and such with me. He had to go to a neighboring town to have it done because they have an "open" MRI machine.

I'm going to have another one pretty soon, for my right shoulder (more about that later), and in the "normal" MRI, I would be totally inside!

For this one, I will use the open MRI. You are not enclosed. It does take longer, and the quality is not quite as good, but my doc said it would be fine for what he needs to see...

Whew!

Seriously...it's the only way I can get thru one.