you know that feeling of "Did I leave the garage door up?" or "Did I lock the door?"

…that you get when you leave the house and it needles at your subconscious until you convince yourself the house is engulfed in flames from the stove being on or over run by small woodland creatures using your open abode as a furry den of ill repute?

I just sat through an hour long MRI with the same feeling but in my case it was a hellbent assumption that I was wearing jewelry or forgot to remove a piercing or metal shaving I’d forgotten about or that my cock had been pierced in a bizarre hazing ritual that I’d blocked out years earlier all to the cinematic soundtrack of “THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP TICK TICK TICK THUMP… THUMP…. THUMP…” for an hour.

I think I need a break. Or better meds.