WTF Wednesday, damn that wall, gotta catch em all!

MacGyver and I had to head down to Venice early yesterday morning because I had an appointment with the imaging center to have another MRI.  The second and third of the total 5 I’ll be having.

so lucky

Yeah, I know, right?

Anywho we should have actually made the trek down on Monday night but we didn’t because, well, let’s be honest, we were feeling lazy and decided to wait until Tuesday morning.  No worries because my appointment wasn’t until 12:30 and it only takes an hour and 15 minutes to get down to Venice from our house.   That’s why we promptly left at 10:00AM.  And we made it to the skyway bridge by about 10:50 just in time for this:

fire on bridge

stuck on a bridge

That’s a diesel truck on fire with 4,000 gallons of diesel fuel.  That’s a sign.  A big fat sign that says “Sister, you should have dragged your ass down there yesterday!”

So, I wasn’t going to make it because to detour around that bridge takes another hour at least and that’s when they actually let us off the bridge because we were stuck there.  We didn’t even arrive at our house in Nokomis until a few minutes before 2:00PM.  Fortunately the MRI place was open late and they agreed to see me at 5:00PM, see lucky. (That’s sarcasm kids.)

I arrived 30 minutes early as instructed but they had hit a few snags that day and were running a bit behind which meant I had to wait.  Normally I would have been annoyed because I’ve never been good at sitting still but that was before Pokemon Go.

my tweet

SCORE!

After the MRI I convinced MacGyver to take me to dinner at my favorite restaurant and then we made a random trip to Big Lots because we wanted to get some supplies and some things to drink for our stay down here.  (We will only be here a day but we need our Gatorade, obviously.)  I bought a bunch of junk while we were in there because that’s what you do when it’s on sale and it’s a random trip and you just consumed a bowl of heavenly fish chowder and the best damn pasta dish ever.

Up until yesterday I would have told you that I’ve followed my diet very closely and eaten extremely healthy for the last week and that I deserved a little treat but then I went too far.  I came home from Big Lots and had one of those mini vanilla ice cream bars coated in chocolate.  Apparently it wasn’t enough and I had a half gallon of vanilla ice cream drenched in root beer.  I called it a root beer float but it was more like a root beer barge.  And then because I take gluttony to whole new heights I ate 6 vanilla cream cookies before calling it a night.

And here’s a piece of advice….if you decide to run off all those calories the next day, be careful and pay attention just in case the massive amount of sugar the night before causes a big crash while you’re running and you feel a bit weak and out of it.  You might also want to put down the phone and watch where you’re running because you may not be at the top of your game.  I’m just sayin.

tweeting

I guess it’s a good thing I’m having a few more MRI’s today.  WTF, it must be Wednesday!

When is the last time you walked, ran or drove into a wall?
Ever had an MRI?  What for? 
(Mine isn’t because I walk into walls, I swear.)

2 thoughts on “WTF Wednesday, damn that wall, gotta catch em all!

  1. Eeek I was wondering how terrible it would have been for anyone on the skyway at that time. Glad you got your MRI done, and I hope whatever they are checking for isn’t anything serious.
    I just downloaded the Pokemon app because I HAD to see what all the fuss was about and caught Pokemon on our way to and from the Straz last night (I was the passenger). I think I’m hooked. I made my husband stop at a pokestop on the way home hahaha.

    • It probably seemed a lot longer than it was since we got there just as the truck went up in flames but it could’ve been worse I guess.

      Pokemon is seriously addicting. I’ve been playing non-stop and driving my husband insane! (Not a bad thing since he makes me watch hours and hours of car shows!)

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