I went and did it. And now my brain is literally laid across my backseat, wrapped in a neat package, waiting to be viewed by my doctor. It was an interesting experience, being stuffed into that narrow tube, with the song of machinery ringing through my earplugs. A necessary experience. One that will bring me some kind of peace within the next 9 days. I'm sure there isn't anything in there that shouldn't be, nothing out of the ordinary churning in my matter. I just need to be sure. Sometimes, it just isn't enough for a doctor to tell you that you're fine without a proper assessment. Sometimes, you just have to take the extra steps to make sure. I feel a little less stressed now that I've done that.
On to the fun stuff.