Ryan’s day began a couple hours earlier. I started getting him ready at 4:30 AM for our journey to John Hopkins to get the MRI.
The ambulance transport arrived at 4:45 AM. We had Ryan on the road just past 5:00AM. I, as always, rode in the back with him. We made good time up to Baltimore. The trip took a hour and twenty minutes from door-to-door.
For the past several weeks we’ve had to jump through hoops to meet the paperwork requirements at Hopkins. Imagine my shock when we arrived and no one was expecting us! After some lady made about 15 minutes of phone calls, we were escorted to the Imaging area. I promptly learned they had nothing ready either. I had to complete more paperwork before they would even acknowledge Ryan was there. Appearantly, he doesn’t exist unless there is an wrist band around him. This seems to counteract the invisibility cloak that engulfs people when they pass through hospital doors.
I was told Ryan did fine in the MRI. The images will be sent to IBRF for comparative evaluation from past scans. This also puts us in the position to have the digital 3-D model of Ryan’s brain built.
I was fortunate to enjoy the company of Ryan’s roommate’s dad, Tom. He actually does some really important stuff as a leader in the Burn Unit at Hopkins. It was great to catch up. We hadn’t spoken since the sentencing. Good thing he helped me pass the time. Another logistical problem came up, delaying our discharge another hour-and-a-half.
We arrived home mid-afternoon. Ryan seemed no worse for the wear, but I am exhausted. It’s so stressful. It makes me equally angry and sad.