The Advisor Advises

Last week, Friday, I found a little piece of paper in my pants pocket as I was going through some dirty laundry. Just a phone number that was torn from something...ah, the brain scan study! Should I call? What if something's wrong with me? What if they want to do something invasive? Stranger thoughts entered my mind.
I called the number. Jenny answered. She was pleasant.
The study involves and interview, a physical, and an MRI. A 45 minute session and a two hour session. Thirty bucks.
I could use thirty bucks. Maybe I could use an MRI...?
OK. What's next? Jenny wants to ask me some questions.
History of mental illness? No.
Depression? No.
Schizophrenia? No.
Drug use? No.
Many more questions. No.
Any metal plates in your body? No.
Pacemaker? No.
Joint replacement surgery? No.
Open heart surgery? No.
Are you a welder? ...no.
Have you ever been injured by a metal object that has never been removed from your body? What?! I've been injured by several metal objects, but none of them ever entered my body...is that OK? Jenny seems OK with it. She didn't think it was a strange question.
Apparently I passed the first stage. She'll be in touch with me soon...