Seven hours and one bad squid joke later...

It has been a very busy couple of days. Thursday I received a call from my doctor saying the insurance company would pay for the MRI(I suspect they responded so quickly because my dad called them). I told them I could do an appointment as soon as possible thinking this way my mom might not have to cancel her month long trip to see my dad in July. They set me up with an appointment the next morning. So Bree and I proceed to hall ass down to Tucson. This trip should have taken a little less than four hours. It took seven hours. We were detoured off I-10 because of a "crash". They had closed down 20 miles of I-10. This was at a little bit before 9p.m. For the next three hours of stop and go traffic we drive an average of five miles per hour. How do I know this? For those three hours we went fifteen miles. If Bree had not been there I would have gone nuts. As is we went pretty nuts ourselves. We arrived in Tucson at one in the morning having left Flag at six.
The next morning I went for my MRI. Having an MRI done is exactly like what media told me it would be. It was a big tubular thing I had to sit in for twenty minutes. They gave me headphones to listen to satellite radio(I chose rock and the first song on was Melissa Etheridge). I was told to move as little as possible so as not to blur the pictures they were taking of my brain. I had an IV in so that half way through they could inject a die into my system and take more picture. I thought a lot about Bree and at one point wondered if I would become a superhero(which totally made me laugh to myself). The machine made a bunch of loud Frankenstein creating type noises. Today a I support a small bruise from the IV that's it. Should get the results Monday or Tuesday. I am so nervous I could eat my socks. Yes my nervousness makes that little sense.