Today I had a nuclear imaging study made of my digestive tract. It involved eating a radioactive egg and then lying absolutely still on a narrow (not more than 18 inches wide) metal table (to me that would be a tall bench, but they called it a table) for an hour while the technician followed the egg through my system via the above mentioned nuclear imaging. She told me to try and relax and just sleep through the interval, but I really wasn't sleepy. I found that mentally reciting some of Richard Cronshey’s poetry very slowly not only made the experience bearable, but actually enjoyable!
- Mark C. Jackman