#55 Yoga and MRIs

The sensation was not unlike what I experienced several weeks ago after a Yoga class. Me and my fellow classmates had chanted, exercised and most importantly, layed quietly on our backs as quiet new age music caressed our ruffled nerves. My legs felt like rubber, but as I sipped my Yogi tea on the way home I felt that my New-agey experience had granted me a certain sense of earthy calm. The MRI, on the other hand, involved a healthy dose of fear and a gargantuan example of semi-modern technology, so I'm a little less embarassed about my metaphysical gains from the experience.
I also didn't accidentally fart in the MRI either.
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