The salt is real. Oncologist screwed up my CT appointment, TWICE. Got in only by virtue of good luck, except I had to get it at 8am, after 2 hours sleep, then down and keep down 2 barium smoothies, which my stomach is trying to stage and armed coup for. Forgive me if I have difficulty trusting my life to a place that can't even schedule a CT properly. Blerg, going to bed.