Grrrrrrrr!

Okay. I confess that I have once again been frustrated to the point of tears! I decided this morning that I have waited long enough and I was going to call my doctor and say it's time to do the MRI on my left knee. Then I stayed glued to my phone just in case they called back. About 30 minutes ago I got up to go to the bathroom and stubbed my toe on the recumbent bike, growled, and then hobbled to the bathroom where I sat down and ... heard my phone ringing back in the living room! Sure enough it was the doctor's office agreeing that I should have an MRI. (Thank you!) So ... suspecting that I knew what would happen I called the Imaging Center to schedule said MRI. I was right. They need a physician's referral. And Dr. Movva's office closed at 3:00. I left a message there anyway and then called my PCP and left a message for the nurse who thankfully called me right back. I explained what I needed to her and she said she would call the Imaging Center and call me back. So here I sit ... waiting for a phone call so I can go get an MRI that I've known I needed since Monday! Is it okay if I scream now?