051922d

Wasted a trip to the orthopedist today--3 hours! Only saw him for about 10 minutes: "Oh, you didn't get the MRI?", Me: "Imaging center said I couldn't, because I have a defibrillator," which they should have known.

That was another wasted trip. Because, previously, the orthopedist said "You need an MRI, but what about the defibrillator embedded in your flesh?" Me: "Wait a minute, I'll go check." [guitar solo while I go home & log into MyChart" Eventually, the cardiologist says "Sure, fine, no problem," and the orthopedist makes the appoiontment.

Flash forward a few weeks, I fill out lengthy new-patient shit in imaging, only to be told apologetically "No no no no, you can't do that." Well, fuck [smiling politely], and off I go.

Fast forward a couple of weeks, and my phone rings. It's the orthopedist's office. "Did you get the MRI?" So I proceeded to tell the story of the polite but firm refusal and all that, and still, today, the ortho-p says "You didn't get the MRI?"

Say what? Is that signal still en route from the tip of Apatosaurus's tail to its brain a block away? And now, now, there's going to be formal communication amongst the wizards.

All this to find out if the swelling in my pinky is a malignant tumor. If there has to be surgery, I hope THAT goes smoothly.