Ｉ dared to use cool...

and Chinese hospital in the same sentence.

Ａ couple of weeks ago, Ｉ hurt my back. Ｔhe moment it happened, Ｉ knew it was a big deal. Ｉ mean, Ｉ could move. Ｉ could walk. Ｉ could even squeak and squack. Ｉf Ｉ want to say a something Ｉ just open up and talk. Ｉ can talk...argh. Ｃharlotte's Ｗeb - curses！

Ｉf you know me really well, you know that Ｉ don't trust 3 types of people in this world - mechanics, politicians, and doctors. Ｗell, imagine me trying to trust a doctor in a second language. Ｉt doesn't work. Ａlso, anyone who knows me, knows that Ｉ love to diagnose myself. Ｓo basically, Ｉ went to the hospital with different friends and made them translate my concerns and desires in such a way that Ｉ could lead the doctor to my diagnosis. Ｐrobably not a very good thing in the first place, but it is fun. To make a long story short, Ｉ have...Ｉ am not going to tell you. Ｉt isn't personal but maybe you can look at the ＭＲＩ results and try diagnosing me. ＢＴＷ, ＭＲＩ machines are by far in my "top 5 coolest machines in the the world" list. Ｄon't ask what the others are. Ｉ have no idea.

Ｗell, since we are on ＭＲＩ's, Ｉ have to say this. One of my friends translated for me that day. Ｈe is a Ｆrench major. Ｈis Ｅnglish is great but Ｉ was concerned with the technical language. Ｓo, he asked me if Ｉ had any metal on me, which he said at my prompting, Ｉ said no. Ｎothing on the outside or the inside. Ｗho knows what the others requirements and safety precautions were. Ｉ got inside the machine. Ｉt was tight. Ｉ could have fit in better before when Ｉ had lost weight due to a 2 year diet of veggies and rice but alas, Ｉ gained it all back with a steady diet of chocolate my Ｍom has been feeding me with from overseas.

Ｂack to the topic, Ｉ had done some reading on ＭＲＩ machines. Ｉt seems that they are just some huge electronic magnets. Ａfter watching ＨＯＵＳＥ, ＭＤ, Ｉ know what metal does in one of those machines. （Ｅpisodes 2-1 (prisoner with tatoo metal) and 4-7 (magician with key in stomach).） Ｉ get in the machine and start freakin' out. Ｉ didn't ask my mom if my medical history hinted about any metallic additions to my body or if I was part RoboCop. Oh, and Ｉ am adopted so who knows anyway. Ｉ was just hoping that the metal plate that could be in my head doesn't come lose when the machine starts and goes straight out my forehead. Ｇrotesque, huh？ Ｉ was a little nervous. Ｔurns out the machine didn't hurt me.

Ｓo now Ｉ am suffering from....you thought Ｉ would tell you but you are wrong. Ｉ get to go to therapy now everyday for probably 1/2 a month to a whole month. Ｉ started today. Ｓee pictures below. Ｉ laid on a bed that basically pulled my lower half from my upper half like some medieval torture device. Ｉ liked it. Ｔhen electricity flows through my back in another session and last but not least, Ｉ got to lay on a massaging heat compress. Ｆabulous. Ｉ hope the school pays for this.