The pain I experience above the cervix was scanned last night. I schmoozed the tech into letting me know if she didn't see something. Well, she couldn't say she didn't. found the area of pain and was conspicuously silent. Asked me if I ever had an MRI of the area. All of a sudden it appeared as if I was going to have to have one next. It was like she wasn't telling me, but was.
Be careful what you ask for, ladies. I'm now waiting for a wet read so I can get word from an MD for real. Getting the signal from the tech has it's bad points. It's only good when there's nothing there.
Retail therapy helped after the test. DH bought me a dining room set last night. Big band aid, granted, but sweet.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Confucius
Don't knock on Death's Door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.