The saga of the foot contiues
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Yesterday I drove all the way down to Sarasota to get an MRI (It's more than an hour drive one way) only to be told that I was too fat. That really does give one a blow to their ego. Excuse me ma'am, but the machine can only take one person at a time and each of your ass cheeks constitutes a person. Notwithstanding that I told these people my weight beforehand and that the nurse at the specialist did to (I was standing right there when she called), there was a "miscommunication" and I wasted 3 hours of my life.
By the time I was done, the specialist was closed so I had to wait until this morning to call. He wanted to admit me into Tampa General, but I find that as appealing as eating Brussels' Sprouts with razor blades. So, tomorrow I will be going in for a CT scan. They checked the weight limit and the Dumbo CT Scan is free. So I will go there in the AM and then I will see the doctor in the PM and hopefully my foot can be normal again.
By the way, I think it's a bad sign when your calf start to randomly bleed. That was fun last night. Just started bleeding, like, you know, red type liquid. Not feeling happy happy joy joy.