Early to rise on Saturday?

Everyone knows I jealously guard my ability to sleep late on Saturday because it is the only day I can choose to do it. These days it's usually to catch up on sleep I've lost during the week for one reason or another. I've been having a pain in my arm and shoulder. I saw my doc before going to San Antonio and she thinks I have a pinched nerve in my neck and ordered an MRI. Yesterday, I had to call the doc's office because the MRI was supposed to have been scheduled. I thought when I came home I would have an apointment notice, which I did not have. SO, what does mighty Hopkins want to do? Can I do it at 7:30 a.m. on Saturday? A moral dilemma. It is against the rules to have to get up for anything on Saturday. This will ruin my week-end. Ah, but the voice doctor also wants an MRI. I can kill two birds with one stone! I dutifully drag my butt out of the bed at 6 so I can be at mighty Hopkins at 7. As I am traversing the halls I have to dodge the night nurses who are leaving their shifts. MRI's are done in the bowels of one of the Hopkins buildings. (BTW - they are opening two huge buildings in a year or two. The complex will become even more complex!) I arrive at the designated area. The receptionist is conversing on the phone, obviously displeased that she has to attend to a patient. If only she knew how unamused I am at having to be ther at 7 a.m.! She checks me in and goes back to her conversation. Another person comes to the desk and there is some conversation about the receptionist not knowing how to do something. The second person offers to do it for her. The second woman sits at the computeer for a few mintues and does something. I interrupt. I ask, "I have an order from another doctor for another MRI. Can we just combine things and get it all done at once?" The Phillie voice doc ordered an MRI and I have the paper order to thrust into the faces of these atetndants. "That will take several hours and we don't have several hours," exclaims the second woman incredulously and a bit annoyed. It seems no one's humor is positive this morning. "Why," I ask arent they all about the same thing, my neck?" "Oh no" presses woman #2 becoming further annoyed. This doctor wants a cranial work up with dye and that will take 45 minutes alone without the other work. You'll have to call and make another appointment." I'll try my luck one more time. "Wouldn't it be better for everyone, you, me, and the doctor if I just got it all done at one time?" "We have other patients who are already scheduled and we can't get backed up. You'll have to make an appointment on Monday" I know it is useless to try to fight mighty Hopkins. It is so big that trying to buck their procedures is out of the question no matter who might benefit. One fact not yet explained here is that I stopped in yesterday on my way to work for blood work for the Phillie doc. They took 11 test tubes of blood. So now I need yet another appointment at mighty Hopkins. AND I still haven't made the 2nd appointment for another procedure in Phillie. I called yesterday and left a message and they did not return my call. Back to Hopkins... "Oh, thank you," so much, says the receptionist. And sure enough, doesn't she go back to her personal chatter. I'm sure she doesn't know how to do whtever the second woman did because she is too busy chatting on the phone. Then I am taken for my MRI. I have to lay still for 38 minutes. It is torture because my arm and shoulder hurt from the pinched nerve. When it is over the technician has to help me stand because my arm has gone numb and I cannot feel to push myself up. Once I am standing, I'm OK and I come home. I need to do some gardening and regular houshold chores, but I have trouble due to the pain in my arm. That is, I have trouble doing things other than touring.LOL