I must say, if a person does have to wait four hours for an MRI, one could only wish for such a good group of eight fellow women to pass the time.
I particularly liked it when we were comparing diseases and the Young Girl with the Rare Disease sighed, "My disease is so retarded."
I also enjoyed the fact that anyone who was finally summoned to the MRI came back to see how the compatriots were.
And the best part was when Gamin Breast Cancer woman who had waited five hours threatened to storm the front desk, and Sturdy Brain Tumor Woman hopped up and thundered, "I'm with you sister!" Then they went out to confront the front desk and use terms like "unacceptable" and "incompetent." And the staff could only come back with "Free parking." Lame.
I also enjoyed how we progressively all got out our cells and called our doctors to beat up on the radiology staff. I was so livid by the end of it I made no acknowledgment of my technician's existence. The Trial Supervisor wanted to know if "Shawn" had done it this time. "Short guy, balding?" I replied, "I have no idea. I refused to look at him."