Today is MRI day, and it has me wondering why I am so pumped up to sit in a tube for an extended period of time. Because even though I have heard horrible things about people going crazy while sitting in MRI machines, it hasn’t deterred my enthusiasm.
What I am wondering more, it seems, is what really is wrong with my wrist. Because, despite my doctors’ best efforts to tell me to “stay away from football because your wrist is fractured”, I haven’t — and somehow my wrist is fine with that. In fact, it looks like I might be starting Varsity quarterback after all. (Well, that assumption is completely based on something my coach might have said through word choice and subtle innuendos.) If not starting, at least playing some quarterback as well as full-time defensive back.
Well, my appointment is drawing near. And as the minutes tick by, this “tube” business is starting to make me feel like some sort of test-human — deep inside of me I’m expecting to come out of the tube with a third arm and the ability to fly…I might not be all wrong in thinking that.
