Not too long ago, I whined and moaned to you all about the possibility of a stress fracture in my left leg. I underwent a ridiculously expensive MRI complete with irritating Lite Music Hits of the 70s & 80s. Remember? Diagnosis: Shin Splints. This sucks. For the cost of the MRI, and all of the pain and crap and what-not, I was purty flabbergasted that I was not diagnosed with something severe and pitiful. Don't get me wrong... I am grateful beyond gratitude that I have not got a broken bone - I mean, I dodged a bullet there. The truth of it is sheer embarrassment and nothing more. You see, finding out you have shin splints when you were sure you had a fracture is like going to the emergency room with a heart attack or appendicitis and finding out you have gas. Someone pokes you in the stomach and you fart. Then you realize how much money you paid just so you can fart.