The Scotto Grotto (org)

I got in late to work…the Neurologist sent me off to get an MRI.

Not for the claustrophobic, at all, at all. They strapped me into position, across the shoulders, waist and thighs. I was feeling like Hannibal Lechter or Frankenstein by the time I was done… once strapped in, they injected me with some tracking dye, too.. Lots of interesting interior photography taken, though. I’m going to try and get a copy for myself next trip to the doc’s.

The MRI tech was nice, but the neurologist was a foul-tempered little Indian man. Picture Apu from the Simpsons berating me for not remembering certain parts of my medical history… (I reply “not to my knowledge” verbally on things I’m not sure of, but think are no… like “Allergies to drugX?” He preferred yes or no, instead.

Had a nice gab today during work with my beloved, *and* got quite a lot done…Now I must clean house for the visitors that are coming by tomorrow at 2pm… when I’m at work. Grrr.