Okie Dokie, more tests. I’m okay with that.
This evening I had another MRI, this one with injected contrast dye so that they can see what is happening in my lower back. All I know is that it hurts like hell and I want it to get better. I want to be able to jump up and dance the night away to Billy Idol’s Rebel Yell (wow, that dates me!) I want to lay on my back in the cool green grass in my yard and gaze up at the palm trees and not worry about a thing.
Tomorrow, my doctor will call me with the results. I know, that in the long run, everything will be okay.