I now have my M|RI scheduled.
Amazingly enough the huge HMO does have an open MRI – and not far from me.
WHY this information was not known to the HMO facilities in San Jose (when the HMO facilities I am being sent to is in Santa Clara – about 10-15 miles from each other) is a mystery.
And it only took 3 e-mails to my doctor, filing a grievance with the HMO, and a call to Member Services.
We all know the squeaky wheel gets oiled. Now we know the bitchy fat old lady gets her MRI.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
I’ve unfortunately found that being nice typically doesn’t get you anywhere. When I have to resort to being scary, I get what I need. Is that just lame or what?