V8 Soup...eww...

Dear Blog Followers,
I know there are not many of you, and I really don't blame any of you if you decide not to follow my blog after this post. The thing is, I'm quite uninteresting these days.

Let me tell you about something disgusting I just saw on television. It is called a V8 soup commercial. It is completely disgusting-looking. V8 drink is sick all by itself...make it into a soup...? Vomitous.

Also, when one is talking trash about Jack McCoy (the DA from Law and Order), shouldn't the friends facing him tell said person that he has walked up behind him, and therefore he should stop talking trash about him...? I realize that was quite confusing, but really, shouldn't they have said, "shhh, dude, he's right behind you?"

I had an MRI on Monday. It turns out that I don't exactly love having MRIs done, and in fact I kind of become quite panicky for all parts of the process. For instance, did you know that they inject contrast into the area being looked at? They do! I did not know this when I arrived for my appointment. I was signing the releases when the receptionist said, "You know they do injections in the injured area, right?" I nodded yes, but of course was screaming, "NOOOO", and then I became panic-stricken. When it came time to go back, I became extremely anxious. I even started tearing/misting up when the tech came in and started explaining the process to me. The "Injector Specialist" (what I'm choosing to call him; he was very official-looking, and only there to administer injections...) came in, and said, "Are you scared?" Yeah, apparently my face read panic all over it. The tech then asked if I needed a hand to hold...yes, that's right, a 27 year-old woman needed a stranger's hand to hold for a simple injection. It turns out that the injection to numb me wasn't so bad, but when they inject the contrast, it fills up the area with fluid and so my wrist started feeling about 10 pounds heavier...such a weird and yucky feeling.
Next, it was my turn to go squeeze into an MRI machine. It doesn't look anything like what is on TV. It is not a tube, it is a flat surface to lay on, and a flat surface that you slide into...it is only about 2.5 inches from my face. Now, I'm not usually terrified of small spaces, but when they slide you into this machine, and put earphones on you so the noises don't deafen you, I become quite anxious. The tech told me I wouldn't get to move for 35-40 minutes. It was the longest 35 minutes of my life. I think I was having mini anxiety attacks the whole time I was in there, specifically every time the noises started...stimulus overload...
Anyway, that is a very long, uninteresting story about my MRI experience. If you never have to have one done, count yourself lucky...p.s. My wrist is still sore from the injection...boo...
At least I have my follow-up appointment tomorrow and I will finally know if there is actually anything wrong with my wrist...

I am so happy tomorrow is my Friday...it is a very busy day for me, but thank God it will go by pretty quickly.

This is my last weekend of being on-call!!! Yay!!! I can't even wait. It's been a short month, but it feels like it's dragged on forever.......

I wish I wasn't associated with "Christians" who are seen as very hateful, and I wish Jesus was represented better. The end.

Love,
Jenn