Warren and I are going to go there tomorrow to try to get his MRI squeezed in, even if it means he has to get scanned in the middle of the night. (They haven't been answering the phone there.)
Given the way Warren hasn't been sleeping, middle of the night should be not so hard on him.
Meanwhile, I just made Warren laugh. Lady was licking his pants and got them soggy, so he called her a "spitwad." As he came over to me she started being all cutesy in front of my bed, so I exclaimed, "You're such a cute little spitwad!"