The title is from a scene in a Monty Python sketch, in case you were wondering. And that's what I kept thinking about today as I got all the tests that went bing, boink, buzz and every other onomatopoeia you can think of.
All of this will let the team stage me. Where I'm staged determines the course of attack. I found myself, while killing time in the MRI machine, putting The Little Bastard on notice. The conversation went like this: "You feel that, you little bastard? We're getting a bead on you. We're coming for you. This is only the warning shot across the bow."
So, nothing to report tonight, just a lot of tests. Stay tuned for the full report tomorrow. Joe & I are doing well, very well actually, so all your prayers, thoughts, comments are working. Thank you ALL!
This is what you wear for your MRI. I followed up with a CT scan, which was in another building connected by a skywalk to several other buildings. I thought I might be mistaken for a doctor, but I wasn't and that ruined my fun. Next time, I'm mugging a real doc in a blind corner and "borrowing" their white coat.