Looks like a GREAT day for an MRI.
And off we went.
I spent about an hour in the machine.
Actually, I was on a spaceship going to Alpha Centauri.
Haven’t had an MRI in years. This one was much nicer than my last trip to Alpha Centauri.
And. Thanks to technology. By the time I got home, there were a couple of thousand images for my viewing pleasure.
Of course, I looked at them. Retired computer hack. Serious photography geek. Sure, I looked at them.
Actually, I was rather interested in looking around inside my brain.
In Carlton’s last years, he would come home from an imaging session with a CD and insist that I look at it RIGHT NOW. The image viewing software only ran on PCs, and the only PC I had was an underpowered antique. That poor thing struggled to open the images. Then, when we went to see the doctor a few days later, Doctor Bobby would ask me, “Well, what do you think?” I would be worried about this blob, and Dr Bobby would be worried about some other blob. And Carlton died of a heart attack. Not of cancerous blobs on the CT-Scan.
I saw a couple of things that I would ask my neurologist about.
If I had a neurologist.
The Neurologist Quest will not begin until I read the report from the radiologist.
To be continued…