The MRI test results are in and I passed! Or failed, for those hoping for something exciting - which, for the record, does not include me. No - for me, I need to see something much more concrete and, well, visible. For example, if my arm was ripped off, or hanging by a thread, certain people might acknowledge that, yes indeedy-do, something just might be wrong. All this invisible stuff is directly equal to, depending somewhat on whim, exactly nothing.
As a further example, I do not have liver disease. It doesn't matter how much the blood tests, ultrasound, and MRI all nod in agreement regarding fatty liver deposits, otherwise known as Non-Alcholic Fatty Liver Disease (NAFLD,) I don't have it because you can't see it. Likewise, despite the fact that I can be immovable, wheezing for the teensiest, tiniest breath at times, I don't have asthma because all limbs are present and accounted for. Also, cholesterol? Waste of time taking medicine, because, quite obviously, my head is still attached to the rest of me, regardless of the value of the thoughts wandering around in its echoing halls. My blood pressure, however, is elevated, and 99% of the time is worthy of treatment despite the complete lack of visible wounds - although that 1% chance is where whim comes in.
Sarcasm, what me? Never!
Anywho, the MRI results indicate nothing more exciting than what the ultrasound showed, so it's business as usual until I talk to the doctor Thursday morning.
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