In the morning I called the ER physician who was still on duty so that he could get me into the orthopedic physician's office on Monday. Orem was an hour and a half away, and that's where my appointment was. Straws were drawn and Richard drew the chauffer Julie straw. Off Richard and I go in the Pilot to see the doctor. The doctor examined me and actually told me less than the ER physician. He says, I can't tell you anything until I get an MRI. He says, I'm going to send you to the MRI that we partially own. I can't get an appointment until 4:30 on Monday. Richard and I spend our time by going to lunch and visiting a bookstore. We arrive early at the MRI facility hoping to get in early. No such luck. I get in the MRI sometime after 5:00. It's noisy and claustrophobic. When we're done with the MRI, the technician tells me that the radiologist is already gone so the results won't be read today. We're done about 6:00. I get a copy of the MRI to take home to Alaska. I'm disappointed that the radiologist is not available to read the MRI and call a report to Dr. Nelson. It's already 28 hours after my injury and I still don't know what is wrong. After a quick bite to eat, Richard drives me back to Price. He calls Kay to let her know that we are going to be late. Cathy is waiting for me.