NEWS: my Friend Amy just got out if the hospital last night, and other than pain and discomfort, and she's recuperating - she's okay. Not out of the woods exactly so your prayers are appreciated.
Also another friend, Lana, is sick with a nasty virus and need your prayers if you would.
MISS KITTY I HOPE YOU ARE FEELING BETTER BY NOW...,
THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES....,
Monday I went into the MRI office, gave the receptionist my insurance cards and began filling out forms - when halfway through them - she hollers.., "Sir.., your insurance cards are reported as invalid". I got up, walked to the receptionist window and "What!? Invalid? That cant be! They were well this morning how'd they become invalids?"
AS YOU READ THIS. MISS YA.
She was a quick cookie but not laughing at my joke. "Sir I ran them through five times and each time they turn up invalid, as in.., no good any longer. But thats okay - if you will fill out this form stating you will be responsible for the full bill, there should be no problem."
"Lady - if I could afford to pay the whole bill, I wouldnt need the insurance now would I?. I'm just packing my toys and going home and let you explain this fiasco to my doctor and insurance companie...."
"Sir.., Let me try one more time. This time I will try and talk to a human instead of a machine. Maybe they can confirm your status" she said, almost pleading. "Okay - lets try that." I calmly replied.
I AM THINKING ABOUT YOU - LAWTS and LAWTS
The insurance coverage was good after all. So I finished the forms and was whisked into the BIG ROOM! with a giant plastic hamburger buns they call an "Open MRI". The technician lady informed me the giant hamburger buns is equipped with two way speaker/microphone so if at ANY time I needed her, I could just speak. I went through this last time, same place (except no insurance problem) when they did the MRI on my back - so I was good with it. Last time it was a dude and he was sharp of wit and always on his toes.
ARE YOU SMILING YET, DAHLIN?
Midway through the cycle - I noticed I forgot to take off my belt. You are not supposed to have metal on you during an MRI scan. So I said "Ma'am". Nothing. "MA'AM!?" nothing. "HELLO!?" - "HELLO!?" Still no reply. I was already beginning to get an anxiety attack.., and the fact she was not answering was making me just wee irate and adding to that crappy feeling. Then I had a note of inspiration..., "HEY! YO MOMMA!" as in street slang, yo momma. That was the magic word.
"Is there a problem sir" she asked. I told her I still had my belt on to which she explained since it was just my neck being scanned the worst problem if anything I might feel a slight tugging on my belt buckle but nothing to worry about. I never felt it tugging so - I left it alone. The machine continued with its bumping, thumping and rattling.
The more it rattled, thumped and bumped, the more intense my claustrophobia. Held one thing in my mind and kept it there, focused it it. One of the most precious things to me. I was on the edge of ripping the plastic neck collar from the machine and hulk my way out - but the focus kept me from going that far.
CAN YOU GUESS WHAT MY FOCUS WAS? I THINK YOU KNOW
After what seemed an eternity - the machine stopped and the technician announced "all done" and proceeded the extraction. I recall thinking sarcastically (almost outloud).., 'Awww - but I was just getting to enjoy the experience and your attentive nature so much - NOW LET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE, LADY! ' - I am glad it remained a thought and not made it out of my mouth.
No sooner than I saw daylight I went, got my metal stuff (coins, watch, cell phone, etc) and dashed out of there ASAP. I was in such a rush, I forgot my comb. Yes, my comb! Wow. Heh. "Thank you ladies, its been fun," I said on my way out.., "But don't call me, I'll call you and don't hold your breath".
MISS YOU BUNCHES
So now I await the results of the MRI on my neck. Last time when i was there, the dude technician always checked on me from time to time. Now usually its the women I think who are more concerned than the guys when it comes to guys and visa versa. Not so here. The dude what scanned my back was much more a professional and knew his bedside manner. That chick could use some lessons on the subject.
So thats my story. Whats yours? <grinz>
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