Thanks, buddy. Went to the hospital for an MRI after telling at least five people in distinct English that I was willing to go through the doughnut-shaped machine, but not the tube. When I got there, the tube was waiting, my claustrophobia kicked in and the test went down the shitter. Only LATER did anyone say that the doughnut was for a CT scan, not an MRI. This struck me as a poor practice of medicine, given my clarity on the subject.
Anyway, now I am waiting to hear if there is some other way to winkle out the desired information without scaring the holy crap out of me.
Friday, July 11, 2014
A friend wrote to say he was worried and hoped I felt better. Kind thought. I wrote him back and am loath to pick my nose further on the subject: