DOOOOOOM!

The MRI of DOOOOOOOOM! will be taking place tomorrow morning at 8am.

Apparently my insurance company is too cheap to cover an open MRI, so I get the good old Giant Tube of Craptacularness. Always fun for the borderline claustrophobe.

In the end, all I want is a damn answer as to why my ankle hurts like a motherfucker. Preferably a fixable answer, but I'll settle for an answer.

Please cross your fingers that I am not, technically, DOOOOOOOOOMED.