The planets aligned, and the “powers that be” finally decided to schedule my MRI. They called late Friday afternoon and set me up to go into the tube of horrors at 9 a.m., Monday. I am no stranger to this loud clanking picture-taking tube. I’ve had more than 30 of these scans in my life, most of which were done in my teens.

Brain scans take forever. I’m not sure if it’s because mine is hard to find or if it’s just that way it is. I was a real trooper for the first 20 minutes; after that, I wanted to scratch and claw my way out of the blasted monstrosity. Either the MRI is smaller than it was twenty-some years ago, or I am bigger. Either way, I have become sensitive to small cramped places over the years in a way I hadn’t before realized.

So after a not so mild or attractive panic attack, I was sent to see my doctor who prescribed a sedative to help me relax in the coffin-like contraption. What should have taken a few hours out of my morning took all-day. Thankfully the hubby was able to go along. Had he not been there, I might have just left and never returned. LOL!

I got even better news the next morning. The doctor has decided to torture me even further by hooking me up to a million machines and making me run on a treadmill. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don’t run! If whatever ails me doesn’t kill me, the tests just might! LOL! If you are the praying sort, please pray for the doctors and for me. I’m not exactly the most patient patient!

Besides a mountain of other setbacks, I could complain about, that about sums up the highlights of the past week. X’s & O’s.