Day 6 - MRI Day

So today is the day for the MRI - FINALLY! Jimmie comes to get me and we go to into DC, he goes to Starbucks and I'm off to the Dr's office. I walk in, give them my name, update my address (yes, I'm this young with this being my 2nd MRI) and the lady tells me I don't have an appt. "Yes, I do, the ortho's office told me I did, 9 am" I say. She tells me to have a seat and wait. "The ortho office called and your appointment is for WRA not here, but we'll fit you in" she says. Um, wait what? I went to the wrong office - yes I sure did. Don't give injured, vicidon using, already mad for waiting patients information - it is too much to handle and they will screw it up; just like me. haha. After waiting only an hour (which is lucky since I didn't have an appt) I got to get the MRI done. I jammed out to Dark Side of the Moon during the process.

I take Jimmie to Silver Diner for his patience and ride to the radiologist and am headed home to try and get ready for the beach. I'm picking fights with Galen because I'm tired and frustrated and that's not fair to him. I'm just about ready for a nap and I invite Pablo and his friend from CO over to go swimming. They come over and I give them my keys for the pool so they can enjoy themselves. I am far too lazy to take the clean clothes I've folded off my bed, so I just nap on the floor.

Galen comes over after work and is awesome and vacuums and cleans the bathroom and kitchen floor for me. Jeff, Terri & Cade (cousin's and kid) are arriving from Co. Springs for our family reunion at the beach. I'm so excited, but stupid leg! Galen and I go to his place so he can put away his laundry and pack. The cousin's arrive and we're off to DCA to pick them up and decide to go to Piola for late dinner pizza. I love my pizza (4 cheese) and Galen has his bacon & egg pizza, Jeff gets pineapple and ham, Cade gets artichoke and something else and Terri gets smoked mozzarella and spinach. I think all but Cade enjoy their pizza, but he seems content enough. We get back to my place and pop in Zoolander as I attempt to pack. Packing consists of throwing all my stuff towards my suitcase figuring I'll stuff it in later. I'm off to bed, I'm exhausted.
I'm now taking 750mg of Vicidon at night, but I still wake up in the middle of the night freaking out about something ridiculous and call Galen to calm me down. I think the leg is starting to get the best of me. I'll survive, the beach is Saturday!!!