So here’s what I did on Wednesday. It was terrifying, but not because of the noise or the tightness (neither was as bad as I remembered), but more because I’m an idiot who knows just enough about any given subject to be dangerous. In this instance, it’s because I was scared of catastrophic quenching, when all the liquid helium heats up, expands, and suffocates anyone in the room because it displaces the oxygen.

That would blow. Hard.

Anyway, the MRI was normal, as were the shoulder xrays, so Dr Lauer wanted a bone scan and for me to get an orthopedic surgeon’s consult. I had the bone scan yesterday. It was a fucking disaster and I don’t want to talk about it, but it also came back negative.

I’m not making this up, people. It really hurts. I’m at my wit’s end, and I think it’s turning me into a craz(y/ier) person.

And it doesn’t help that I’ve turned everyone against me in the process.