MRIs and The Bourne Ultimatum

The MRI itself wasn't bad. I am really able to just close my eyes and think about other things so I don't dwell on being trapped in a little tube. The IV went about like I thought though. The nurse had to stick me in 3 different spot before she got it right. I try to relax and tell them I am fine, but it is so hard to lay there and let somebody root around with a needle under your skin. Ughgh. I am going to see Dr. Awadh tomorrow and will get some results, although I am guessing I won't get details until I talk to Dr. Wong on Wednesday.

Today was really nice. My mom babysat Amelia while Ross and I went to see The Bourne Ultimatum. We figured that Sunday afternoon wouldn't be too busy and it wasn't. The movie was really engrossing and totally distracting. Just what I needed. It was nice not to worry about being sick or Ross' work or Ross' dad or Amelia for 2 hours. What a treat!

Crazily enough, after the movie I ran into Dr. Burrough's. I told him I was doing well and thanked him again for thinking of the WG diagnosis. I actually hugged him. There are lots of people who end up in the ICU with kidney failure before anyone thinks it might be WG, so I am forever greatful that he kept thinking something was odd about my illness.