I had to go for an mri on my chest like I dont already have enuff on my chest withese two huge waterwings
Arrived at hispital very efficient NOTA......
A young lady from some country near the Indian ocean VERY near the Indian ocean came into the waiting area and called out in a soft melodious voice Mrs Patel Mrs Patel
all of the poor ignored freezing canditates duly ignored her me I could hardly hear her cos I going deaf in one ear and dumb in the other. She called three more people in and so on until I was the last person left.
You Must be Mrs Patel she said to me with a pained look on her face. I am most certainly not I replied. So what is your name and why havent you registered as having arrived.
Now being the patient person I am I tried to pull my hair over my ears to disguise the smoke beginning to filter out of them . My name I said through gritted false teeth is Petal Knee thats right she pounced you are Patel
Petal petal petal I muttered behind her as we went down the passage,
Do you need me to strip I asked having had this done before no she said getting mildly miffed at me like it wasMy fault I hsd waited three hours after my appointment and made her late,
You only have to have a clothing free leg ???????? We can do the mri in a blink she said beginning to smile knowing we was nearly there
Just put your leg here
why I said feeling like alice at the mad hattters tea party
So we can do the mri on it
why would you want to do that I asked in a reasonable voice
She pulled her hair over her ears gave me a fixed stare that would have turned a princess into a stone
Then she said slowly word by word as you would to the demented
to find out whats wrong with it,
at this I found her patience a challange like a flag to a bull
I can tell you exactly whats wrong with my leg.
Really she said trying to show me she understood my brain wasnt quite up to scratch whats wrong with it dear
Nothing I said it has got sweet f#@king b all wrong with it,
And I see no reason to out my leg up there.
Well dear she said in honied tones dripping with arsenic
how else will we be able to check the patella.
The penny dropped like a ton of bricks and I smiled sweetly through the clouds of smoke pouring out of her ears and the tiny traces of fire escaping her delicate little nose and said
sweety my NAME Petal Knee and my chest is whats not right there is nothing wrong with the patella in my knee. Then Icouldnt help ut I cracked up with laughter
Shame was so embarrassed.....
Me well i spent weeks and weeks on my own and there is nothing that cheers one up like an afternoons entertainment
just when you think someone gets it......
Could these symptoms be the sign of MS? 
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