Last night was the MRI of my braaaaaaaaain. I'll get the results when I see my neurologist again, unless there's something really weird going on.
Because I am deep in Hannibal fandom, my thoughts as I was in the machine: "If the Stroppy One asks me to draw a clock, I'm going to thump him" and "Well, at least I won't get out of the machine and find the person who gave me the MRI sitting at their desk with their head sawed open!"
(The Stroppy One did not ask me to draw a clock, but did ask if the tech was alive when I left the room.)
Because I am deep in Hannibal fandom, my thoughts as I was in the machine: "If the Stroppy One asks me to draw a clock, I'm going to thump him" and "Well, at least I won't get out of the machine and find the person who gave me the MRI sitting at their desk with their head sawed open!"
(The Stroppy One did not ask me to draw a clock, but did ask if the tech was alive when I left the room.)
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Also glad the tech survived the scan.
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You're right, it can always be worse. Hopefully your first doctor isn't secretly hiding your condition, either. :)
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