So my doctor called. I was a little panicked, because I also got blood work in addition to the MRI and I was afraid he was calling to tell me that my cholesterol was 400 or something (it runs in my family), but it was about the MRI, my brain is fine, my sinuses are inflamed. Well, yeah duh, I could have told him that. As Em says, I was born with inflamed sinuses. So when I see him he is going to start me on an antibiotic. I called Em to tell her, and she says (I really love her) “I thought you were going to tell me you had a brain tumor and you couldn’t go to Manhattan with me!” Hey, if the terrorists aren’t going to stop her, a brain tumor’s not going to stop me!