What kind of luck?

Old country song: If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Yesterday I went for my MRI. This place is out in the country, nearly. It's a tiny brick building with a huge trailer next to it. (A portable MRI, I'm told.) Anyway, it's a pretty casual place, with one young woman at the desk and one technician inside the MRI trailer. I didn't have to wait long, and I didn't have to change out of most of my clothing. (I had to shed my bra because of the metal on it, but otherwise, I remained clothed.) When I went to lie down on the skinny little table, I hit my bad shoulder on the neck brace. It hurt, but trying to be a Big Girl, I didn't say anything. This morning I have a knot and a bruise where the neck brace impacted with my shoulder blade.

However, the MRI itself was no big deal. I put my head in the neck brace, stuck in the earplugs, the technician put a grid over my face (like Silence of the Lambs), and I was slid back into the machine. Once again, air blew across my face, and there were lights, so it wasn't scary or claustrophobic, even though this MRI was a tighter fit than the other one. It took maybe 20-25 minutes. As I was leaving, the technician said something to me about needing a follow-up appointment with my doctor, which at the time, I thought nothing about. However, with my usual paranoia, now I'm wondering if he saw something that he felt like my doctor would need to discuss with me. Of course, it could be that this particular tech always says the same thing to each and every patient. I have no way of knowing. The doctor is supposed to phone me with the results, so I'll find out, one way or another.

Last night after we left the MRI, we ran to the grocery store to get a few things. I saw a little living tree in a pot (a tiny Christmas tree), so I got it. Now I want to get some tiny ornaments for it. I'd like to make my own. One idea I've had for a long time is to make tiny little book ornaments with the titles of my favorite books. That would be a tree that could stay up all year round, and I could continue to add little books as I made them. Goodness knows, if I were to put on a book ornament for each book I've ever loved, it would take a much larger tree!

The sun is shining, the air is cold, and I have papers to grade. Now, what was I saying about luck? Why isn't it dreary and miserable so I'd have no desire to go shopping?