I had an MRI done of my right shoulder last evening.

I was, for some reason, extremely anxious. Probably because in the TV show “House“, bad things always happen in the MRI or CAT scan. The lovely wife came with and it was very reassuring.

Evening hours at the University of Rochester’s medical building in Brighton. Nice.

Remodelling, like they are all over that system. Not so nice in that the music for the MRI was down.

I got two golf tee shapped ear plugs and listened to a variety of loud pounding and slamming for twenty minutes. About five different sounds, two of which caused my insides to wiggle.

Yep, like “giving birth to an alien” wiggle.

I have to believe that improvements in this technology are on the way. The noise is something that should be addressed, quality of life issue. And, let’s face it. Which type of high tech equipment are you more likely to trust? One that purrs and hums? Or, one that sounds like a blacksmith’s shop in 1776?

The pain in my shoulder has not lessened. I saw the NP on Tuesday and the MRI was the result. I also have a prescription for Celebrex to pick up, since I did get three days of relief off a sample pack I had laying around.

I see the MD on Friday. I hope I can talk him into a nice color print of one of the MRI cuts. Kinda like a souvenier.

Based on the events of this week, I’m beginning a new series, titled as above.

It will relate the lovely wife’s and my contacts with the medical community for the next year. That seems like a good timeframe.

I went to see Dr. Cutie yesterday. My right shoulder has been very painful when used for about a month. I cannot lay on that side at night and putting a coat on is a chore.

She is sending me to a “shoulder doctor”. Not sure that’s a speciality, but the phone number is the U of R’s sports medicine clinic.

Office was open until 4:30 on Fridays, so, naturally, when I called at 4:20 yesterday, no one was in. I find it ironic that the phone message announces the hours while it is obvious that you all went home early.

So, I will call for an appointment on Monday.

I guess I’ll lose my place in the Yankee’s starting rotation.