I had to drive to work three times this week. I hated every minute of it.
On Wednesday, I had a MRI at 7:30 in the morning. It was supposed to be for my knee, and eventually was, however getting to that point was difficult. Since it's a work injury, So And So has to call Someone Else who has to call me to set up an appointment for The Third Guy, but only after What's Her Name sends over the paperwork and approval for whatever I need. As you can imagine, there was a breakdown in communication. Someone Else called me to set up an appointment to do an MRI of my shoulder. Twice. My shoulder is just fine, thank you very much. My knee is not. The MRI turned out to be not such a big deal, thankfully. They set up the appointment for the morning after they called to set up the appointment. As I was doing some reading on their website, sometimes the patient needs an IV to inject some stuff that makes things show up better. I'm not really sure what this stuff is. I have a pretty strong needle phobia, and allergies to latex, and several drugs. I had no one to ask questions about what would happen, etc, so needless to say the last thing on my mind was being stuffed into a tube. As it turns out, the place I went to had an MRI machine that was like a donut with a table. I went in feet first, no IV, and got to listen to Foghat. That machine was really freakin' noisy. It all worked out well. May I never have to do that again.
On Thursday, I had to go to the DMV. There is a special place in Hell reserved for all those who work at the DMV. That's all I'll say about that.
This morning, I had my first physical therapy appointment. I'll go twice weekly, which means I'll have to drive to work on those days. Dammit. PT was good. I'm in the capable hands of Stephanie. As she was showing me some of the exercises I have to do, she asked me to roll over onto my other side to compare the flexibility in both knees. As I am rolling over, I nearly fell off the table. She had to catch me. I am so cool. Seriously, like ballerina graceful.
I hate to drive. I really hate to drive. A lot.
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That would have been awesome if you had actually rolled off the table.
She claimed it was intentional. She said they do that for job security.
Well I would have wanted a photo of that!
LOL@ job security.
LOL at you rolling off the table... Hope your knee starts feeling better!
I'm glad everyone finds it so funny that I nearly rolled off the table. Thanks, guys. Love you all too.
So sorry you have to drive, on top of everything!
Meg you are a star. You are so hilarious and I love you for that.
Don't even get me started on the DMV.
They are unbelievable. Seriously. The folks at the IRS and Medicare are way nicer.
I think the DMV is the bane of most people's existence. Where else can you wait in line for hours, only to be told you waited in the wrong line and filled out the wrong form?
-Francesca
The whole rolling of the table *was* kinda funny. I'm just sayin'...
And the DMV sucks.
What I really came to tell you is that we're leaving Saturday and we'll be by to pick you up, oh, around 8:00. I hate to be rude, but if you could pick up the Mad-libs and the car BINGO, as well as some snacks for the trip, that would be great. We're taking the minivan so you'll be seated in the rear between my 9 and 11 y.o. You'll just love them! Especially after the 12 hour drive :)
Seriously, though, your suggestions ROCK! I'm totally using them. Except the music. My 11 y.o. nearly bust a gut laughing at me this morning when I was rockin'out to some vintage Queen.
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