That was a big fuckin' donut

So, in the midst of a hellaciously hectic, short-staffed workday, I got to trundle to a diagnostic imaging center, fill out some paperwork, have a jovial dude shove a couple of needles into my shoulder (lidocaine, then iodine), and spend some quality time as a crude approximation of sexual intercourse, my prone body lurching longitudinally through a series of giant, expensive, scientifically-clever rings (first a CAT scan to pre-image and determine where the dye should be injected, then into the giant MRI machine).

I only fell asleep twice; once during the eight-minute scan, and once during the four-minute scan (there were... five altogether, I think. 3, 4, 5, 8, and 4; the first couple were the uncomfortable ones because I had to keep my palm rotated forwards to externally rotate the humerus, and that gets tiring). I have a CD with my imaging results on it, so I will be checking those out on my home machine tonight (no optical drive on my netbook), and the evaluation will be transmitted to my orthopedic dude once it's been conducted by the radiologist or whatever the imaging expert's title happens to be.

I am a sexy bitch in hospital scrubs, I tell you what.
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