Mr. Frump in the Iron Lung
So I did an MRI last night for my knee. What a strange device the MRI is. Loud as all get out. Get out! No, you get out!
The procedure wasn't terrible, but it wasn't enjoyable.
Basically having to hold really really still for 45 minutes was the worst part of the game. I had some Pink Floyd to listen to, so that was cool and relaxing.
An MRI, for those that don't know, is like a giant tube that you slide into and it is full of the loudest magnets in the world. It's a bit creepy, but not terrible.
Now I have these amazing pictures of my knee. They gave me a CD of them and I went looking around at the images last night. My knee looks fine to me. Although I don't know what a knee is supposed to look like, but I think it's fine. It doesn't feel fine, but I'm going to guess that my meniscus is ok. We'll find out officially next Wednesday morning.
Also, I got a job offer this morning.