Actually, I don’t know.
I left a message with RS to see if an open MRI will give him the images he needs. It was Friday, after all, so I’m assuming that’s why no one got back to me.
I’m learning through all this that if I don’t take the initiative, no one else will. Except my mom who’s driving me a little looloo today calling everyone she knows to ask them if they’ve ever heard of or seen an open MRI in our area, which is turning into a wild goose chase at this point.
I’m not the only person on our planet who can’t handle that horrifying death tube. I know because the technicians told me I wasn’t. But, one thing I will say is…
I had no idea I’d react like that. I am strong She Woman! I am Woman Hear Me ROAR! Except when it comes to getting into an MRI machine evidently where my ROAR turns into a whimper.
So, where do we go from here?
God heals me.
And, Monday is a new day.
I’m putting Dad in charge where He needs to be, because I don’t know squat.
And, I’ll keep Him there.
One question: Who thought shoving me in a magnetic death tube was a good idea in the first place?
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