Third Time's the Charm.

METH HOSP is going to get a strongly-worded letter from me, regarding my summer of errors with them. If the company at which I work treated customers like that, we would have none.

So today, one hour after my appointed fMRI time, I was again told that the 3-Tesla magnet (WHAT???) was malfunctioning and an engineer would need to be called in. Calmly, I attempted to reschedule with the desk staff while poor Erik -who has to take a day off work every time and drive me everywhere I go - pumped the air with his fists, stepped out into the hallway and banged his head against the wall.

Then, as if a choir of angels sang, the DOOR IMMEDIATELY ACROSS THE HALL OPENED, light poured forth, and OUT STEPPED DR. BOGAEV!!! Can you believe this? Of all the doors in that great big hospital, he happens to be inside THAT one!! He does kind of look like an angel in his white surgical garb. The sight of him cheered Erik up to the Happy Place immediately, because that is what Dr. B. does for ya, and he stepped into the Radiology registration, where the tech and desk staff were simultaneously going over with me the MRI wires that malfunctioned AND the available appointments.

A quick hug and, "I'm sorry, I know you're mad," later, and he headed back to surgery as I mentioned that we would see him in a couple weeks. I don't know if it was the mere vision of Dr. B., or what, but promptly, from the other side of the counter, the MRI tech is all, "Hey, if you wanna stick around, we could try to fit you in later this afternoon...?"

So, in short, it got done.