This'll be a quickie. I had a myelogram today, and "technically", I'm not supposed to be sitting upright just now. I believe my discharge instruction sheet demanded a 30° angle of my head for the rest of the evening. Oh, and I also learned today that my spinal fluid is leaking: yay me!

Anyway, I have this dye injected into my spine, and they've taken images of the affected area. I've received copies because I have a "special" genetic syndrome that this hospital outside of my chosen HMO circle and I need to hand deliver the films from point A to point B in order to minimize possible delays. It's a lovely and highly modern system, the communication of hospitals on different insurance plans is.

Back in my room for the long wait (they need to monitor me in the event that I decide to have a seizure: yay me some more!), Aunt Brenda pulls the myelogram films from the large envelope and looks at them in the light. Brows furrowed, she looked over to me. "I see a penis," she declares. I roll my eyes as the lidocaine begins to wear off and I feel not only the still-open wound (from August!) on my backside along with the fact that I JUST HAD A NEEDLE IN MY SPINAL CORD. My sunny disposition was experiencing a bit of cloud cover as I hiss, "That's my spine."

(I only hope the neurologist agrees with me when he studies the images...otherwise, I have much, much more to worry about than leaking spinal fluid.)