Somehow I missed this thread from the beginning, and I wish you the best man. Even though you've been thought of as "Sac of shit" in my mind from your draftplanet days, I still wish the best for you, and I'm sure with some fight you can overcome whatever comes in your path.

Throughout history many cultures have judged the greatness of their tribes based on the strength of their enemies.


I advise you to buy a bag of beach nut, because some of you guys have the chance to be Josie Wales.

Take care of yourself man..eat healthy, exercise, and get plenty of rest..keep yourself in good shape..take this negative and turn it into a good reason to take a trip somewhere you always wanted to go..go meet some of the linemen from Utah you can't get enough of

Good luck man..sending positive thoughts your way

Huh...I was really thinking about starting to drink heavily, smoking dope and sitting in the basement watching Cartoon Network.

Maybe I'll have to re-think my end of days priorities...

Get rid of the cartoon network and replace it with strippers and blow

Ugh I loathe closed MRIs.

Open MRIs are a cake walk, but loud as ****. Well, they're all loud.

Just think of Marie Osmond.

I had a 45 minute closed MRI on my shoulder. I fell asleep, but remarkably stayed still so they didn't have to re-do it. The tech couldn't believe I was asleep with all that clanking going on. Four hours would have been pretty ****ing excessive, though.

Given the circumstances, your attitude and positivity is remarkable. Best of luck with everything, Saccopoo.

45 minutes? **** that. I've never been in one for more than 30.

Four hours and eight minutes last night. With one two minute piss break.

It was glorious!

Holy ****ing shit! Why so long?

Four of them lined up continuously because I've got three doctors meetings next Tuesday and they had to have a post op brain scan and the three spinal scans. Scheduling conflicts due to insurance/main provider/hospital issues and that everybody in the Salt Lake valley had MRI's scheduled for this week meant that I got to do all four at once/consectutively from 4:00 pm to 8:00 pm last night - because that's the only opening that they had this week.

So I got to lay in the cement mixer for four hours having the best of times.

Did one of those nurses offer to blow you? Because they should have after four hours in that contraption.