It's been an interesting ride, the last few weeks. I've had a Thallium Stress Test, to see how efficient my ticker is. I've had some follow-up on my skin cancer, and all seems well in that department. I'm also very recently recruited into the world-wide efforts to help "bring sexy back"...

Late last night, the crazy joyride of my life continued. I had a long-awaited MRI, for the neck and arm issues that plagued me last year. THAT was an experience!!

If you've never had the pleasure, an MRI is an elaborate X-ray process, where you are inserted into a gigantic tube, and must sit still while industrial sounds not unlike early Lou Reed albums pound away in the background. I'm a fidgeter, so having to stay still for 15 minutes or so is like asking Ellen DeGeneres not to dance so much on her show. Ain't gonna happen.

But it did. I managed to avoid having to scratch my nose, or pace (awfully hard to pace in a form-fitting cylinder) for the prescribed time period.

While reposing motionless, this over-sized toilet paper roll emits constant and varying loud sounds. As I was already trying to pass the time by humming the Barry Manilow soundbook (in my head), one of the noises became familiar. Like a rock guitar chord.

Turned out to be "Running Back To Saskatoon", by The Guess Who. At least, to my ears.

In between all these blasts of random noises, I could swear I heard birds chirping. Either the medical facility has some animal control issues, or I have a vivid imagination. I choose to blame the hospital....

After all was said and done, they roll you out, and you're on your way. Non-radioactive, unlike the Thallium test. Results in about a week.

My medical adventures, in a nutshell!!

Chow for now!!