When things don't go your way ~
shaking my fortune-telling 8 ball for the answer I want~ Damn. Sometimes this happens, right? We don't get our way. But for whatever reason, I never ever think it's going to be a part of my story. Which is funny, because historically it has ALWAYS been a part of my story. I love my trusty optimism. Always off the mark, but consistently by my side. Talk about blind loyalty. I went two days ago for my MRI with contrast . Brain only. What this means is that the techs first set me up with a regular MRI where I go into the loud banging doughnut hole looking machine, laying as still as possible, with my face in a close fitting helmet of sorts. I have earplugs in and noise eliminating earphones over them to quiet down the sound. For a contrast exam, they first put in an IV port and then after the first part of my exam, they roll me back out, plug in the feed for some saline/dye mix , and then quickly roll me back in and start the machine back up. I am not to move. I...