King of pa-ain...

I spent most of the day in medical appointments. Exactly what I want to do mere hours before I hop on an airplane....

I had an arthrogram MRI. The worst fucking test in the history of mankind. Ok, maybe not the worst... I'm sure coloscopies top the list or some other horrible swallow-this-tube or scrapey scrapey nightmare.... but, this one was really painful. It brought me to tears.

Of course, all of this joy at the doctor's office is the result of a car accident in June. I heart the fact that I'm still spending a lot of my free time getting tests done so the doctors can see for themselves what I already know -- THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY ARM.

Wait, am I screaming?

So frustrating...

I have to say that the chap doing my MRI was a total cutey. How do you work that out? That, we met at an MRI and I thought you were hot moment? Stalking? When I was once on a train trip, I blatently gave the dude who was my car attendant my number. HE was cute. What's the line of tacky here?

Tacky v. desperately seeking a date? ... a tough call

I'm off to Finland, friends. I'll be back in town the last week in Feb. I'm sure there will be stories to tell.

Until then, I remain...

--- The Single Gal