The CT Scan - a doddle.

CT Scan day today. So Denise and I took ourselves off to the hospital to see what it's all about. I was a bit disappointed when we arrived - I thought I would be the star of the show - turns out the waiting room was full and it was sit down and behave yourself time. I thought we'd be there for quite awhile but after a few minutes a nurse (I wonder if that's politically correct? She was probably some sort of expert technician in the field of CT Scans) came out with the obligatory form to be filled out. So that was all good and then they marched us down a corridor to a change room where I got to model the latest in Hawkes Bay Hospital formalwear

  

  You can tell we're taking this whole thing very seriously can't you?

So anyway, after they found the misplaced form and decided it was really me in the chair, they then proceeded to stick a baynot in my arm on the pretext of adding some dye into my blood. I thought that I might be able to make a land claim after this but it turns out the dye is the same colour as vodka - well yes; you do get a head rush but it only lasts for a few minutes.

Then it was into a room where I got to lie down on a two inch wide, rough sawn plank with a brick under my head. They asked my my date of birth - to make sure I was still the same guy that walked through from the other room - and  then everybody rushed out the door and hid while this robot voice told me to hold my breath...  and now breathe... hold my breath... and now breathe... hold my breath and now breathe. (Stupid robot couldn't make up it's mind.) This went on for a bit and then everyone came back inside, told me I was a good little patient and led me back to the change room. Bit of a non-event really. No word yet on the MRI. Not sure what it is. I'm hoping for some kind of race car, but I guess we'll find out soon enough.