Radiology

I hate radiologists. I think, of all the Medical fields, radiology requires the highest level of sociopathy to enjoy. There's something slightly off about every Surgeon I've met, especially the lucky few who have cut me open, but they were never offensive. Radiologists, on the other hand, had always pissed me off.
Just after I had stomach surgery, I needed an upper-GI. The radiologist had to position me just right under the machine (x-ray?) so that, as I swallowed a barium milkshake, it would be recorded. He pushed and pulled me every which way. He stuffed me into a gown that wasn't half large enough, then contorted me until it was barely on my shoulders, let alone covering the rest of me. Then, he poured so much barium down my throat I puked on him, and his little gown. Score one for the patient.
I just had more x-rays. What don't these people understand about "non-weight bearing"? Again, contortions, discomfort. Thankfully, my clothes stayed on, but not the darth vader boot, so my poor little foot, and it is quite little now, was exposed to the harsh elements. And she wasn't gentle. I asked her to photograph my x-ray for me, and she claimed she couldn't work my camera. Then she hid behind a door and took my x-ray with a multi-millioin-dollar-looking machine mounted to the ceiling and floor. With one button to press, I imagine my camera would be easier to use, but perhaps her machine has a half-button. Or maybe it works when you yell at it.
They never give you answers, either. It's not like they don't know what bones look like, or should look like. I'm not asking if the tumor has shrunk, I'm asking if two parts of my leg that are normally touching each other are touching in the detailed picture she just took.
And it wasn't even a good picture. The plate is blocking a key part of the bone, so I need a CT scan tonight. Then, i need yet another Doctor's appointment so the Doctor can read the CT scan. In other words, I won't be walking until at least Monday. But, I can finally stand.
My doctor said I can put half my weight on my leg. How do you know how much half your weight is? Easy, you get out the scale, and you put your bad leg on it. Then, push down until the scale registers half your weight.
Your homework: Anyone have any good brownie recipes? We're having a mock-competition in my English department. So far we've had frosted and lavendar-s'more brownies. They were both good but, come on, I'm Phil, certainly I can come up with a kick-ass brownie recipe that tops purple marshmallows. I'm thinking molé brownies, or some deconstruction. If only I knew a professionally trained chef...
So, what's the best brownie you've ever had?