Screw the damned x-rays. I'll go tomorrow when Slate can watch Amethyst. But I just GOT x-rayed like maybe six months ago. Oh, well, at least it's not another MRI. Or CAT scan. Or anything like that. Although it probably will get there again. Stupid doctors. I don't CARE what's wrong. I just want it to go away. And still they refuse to rip out my spine. Bastards. Oh, well. I'm going to see if I can't find some more loopy drugs so I can feel better at least temporarily.
Laters