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School's out! Wooohaw! Yes, I'm happy. However, new Medical Drama is forthcoming in EduCaitLand. I went to see my wonderful neurologist on Monday, and we discussed the "embolic event" I had on April 18th. (That's Doctorese for "another damn stroke.") He entertained himself with my foot reflexes-if he ran the little doobob up the sole of my right foot, it twitched, but my left foot *kicked* the poor man-first in the elbow, then just the hand. I have some nerve damage down there-the two little toes on the left don't react to any stimulus. Yuck. On the bright side, this "event" should motivate the insurance tightwads to approve the heart procedure (it's so noninvasive, it ain't even surgery) that would fix me up gooder than new. To that end, the Samurai drove me to yet another hospital today for an MRI. Nice tech escorts me in, sees my cool Spider-man shirt (an 18th anniversary present) and assumes I'm emulating "those spider women" from Monster Garage. WTF? You don't know from Spider-Man? Whatta maroon! Poor guy sees me smoldering, switches to his "Are you wearing underwires?" spiel. I responded with my "No, or you'd be picking 'em out of your nose" look. I didn't actually say it. I just muttered, "Athletic bra. I'm not stupid." He couldn't WAIT to stuff me into his giant vibrating manicotti machine. Between bouts of loud noise and vibration, poor Mr. Techie Guy babbled about the Hulk movie and listened to my teeth chatter. It was COLD in there. Try holding perfectly still when you're shivering. I was strongly tempted to come busting out of the machine, flexing a la She-hulk and "RAWrrrRR"ing, but I didn't. I was afraid the tech would squeal and run. We'll see what the dox cook up. I'm hopeful and optimistic. I might miss Pennsic, but I'd be healthy again! Tomorrow, I shop for my honeymoon. More on that to come. On the Headbone: Kid, the Pretenders Now reading: Understanding Comics, Scott McCloud |
 
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