On the same day that Donald Trump is getting his first official White House physical exam, I was getting my head examined early this morning. Something about that seems a bit backwards. Regardless, I had an MRI brain scan today. I am really hoping they found something up there.
This all came about because of my recent head injury. Five weeks later, I still have remnants of a black eye, a sizable knot on my cheek, and a confused mind, although that confused mind may go back years before my head injury.
So what happened? I fainted. I fell. I face-planted. Why? Well, my blood tests checked out fine. My 24 hour heart monitor test was fine, although I may have cheated a bit when I connected it to a metronome for an hour when I wanted to take a soak in the hot tub. My stress test was fine. So now they wanted to look to see if they could find a reason for my fall hiding in the old attic.
As I lay on the table, I wondered how Donald Trump could ever get an MRI brain scan in a machine like this …
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