two hundred & twenty-two is apparently the number of magnetic resonance images you can take in roughly 68 minutes of glorious torture inside a tunnel that makes you feel like a mummy. First time in one, no. Second or third, nope. Last time, I hope.
But seriously, it was uncomfortable and I'm still paying for it today. However anxious the diagnostics lady made me with her fretful comments about 'this will give you some answers because it's definitely not normal' and her 'go home and prop your legs up and don't do anything till you see the doctor next week", comments may have made me, I still cannot wait to go out this weekend hiking to around the cabin with Robbie in tow (my cameras name in case you're new here -- affectionately named for the one that I was robbed of in LA).
Until then, Happy Passover/Easter/Good Friday/etc to all.
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| if you know what any of this means, you could call me. haha |
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