Just go with the fluoroscopy

I hate barium. I hate having to chug that vile paste while dehydrated and hungry. That's why I should be happy that the procedure I was scheduled to undertake today was canceled. It was another fluoroscopy (although I didn't realize it before hand). It seems neither my doctor nor those doing the procedure noticed that I already had one. When I saw what I was about to undertake I cried foul and set in motion the calls that lead to my reprieve. So I should be glad, right, because I didn't have to drink the barium. Never mind the fasting, scheduling, traveling, that I still don't know what's wrong with me, etc. I should be happy. Right?