Agent 54 here again. As a former Marine and Ice Hockey Player, I’d like to make up a great story of courage, heroism and bravery about how I hurt my left knee. Truth is that years after giving up Hockey and leaving the USMC, I hurt my knee moving a couch in my own living room. Yeah, I know, LAME.
I missed
going hiking like a Viking so, after about 8 to 10 years I finally took my knee
to the doctor and we set up an appointment for an MRI. A couple of days later the doctor’s office
contacted me to reschedule the appointment.
They said the MRI machine needed maintenance.
This
started the wheels in my mind spinning.
My first question was “Who broke the MRI?” The questions would only multiply.
Did they try to scan The Invisible Man?
Was it Herman Munster with his unique physique?
What would an MRI reveal about Evil Knievel?
How will the cost of Obamacare affect the repair?
How did they know it was broke, did it start to
smoke?
Would they call Roto Rooter to fix the MRI’s
computer?
If they used the MRI on a clown, could that cause it
go down?
Was fixing the machine my mission, after all I am a
technician?
Did the MRI’s signals get crossed, causing the
images to be lost?
Was the operator smart and remember to push the
button labeled START?
Trouble shooting a machine, when you begin, remember
to ask: Is it plugged in?
That MRI should run like the Energizer Bunny. Did they think rescheduling was funny?
Please
wish me luck or with a bad knee I will be stuck.
UPDATE 2/25/17 I got the MRI done. I think the fun has just begun.
UPDATE 3/2/17 The news today was great. The Doc. doesn't have to operate.
A shot of cortisone and some therapy and I can avoid surgery.
Thank you all for thinking of me and my knee recovery.
UPDATE 3/25/17 Therapy went well yesterday and the pain has all but gone away.
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