Ship's Blog: May, 2008

My imaginary shoulder injury has been acting up for the past few weeks, so I went back to the orthopedic surgeon for a re-check. As I expected, he sent me to get an MRI, because I've exceeded my maximum cortisone injections and now we have to see exactly what's going on.

Because I had an MRI a few years ago, I already knew that I couldn't wear anything in the MRI room that had metal in it. That included the zipper of my jeans. But, you know, I only wear jeans. What were they going to make me change into? My fear was that I'd be given some weird gown that flashed my ass, or tacky medical pajama pants that featured an unnaturally large crotch area or something. Yeah, we all have our own private fears.

So, forestall a possible ass disaster, I stuffed my yoga pants into my tote bag as I headed out of the house. I didn't put the yoga pants on because I had an appointment before the MRI and, well, nobody sees me in non-restraining trouser-wear unless I live with them or they are medical staff. I'm hoping that personal loyalty or doctor-patient confidentiality keeps these folks quiet.  Read more »