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. |