Okay, maudlin stuff over. I've dried my tears. Now for the funnier stuff.
Bear in mind, that I am under the influence of morphine when all of this happens. I went to one consultation and there was a woman in the waiting area playing Coldplay on the Harp. There is often someone in one of the Atriums playing classical piano and today I came across an African band playing percussives and singing five part harmonies - amazing. It's almost like a small city, Guys. I already know my way about and it's sort of a home from home - a bit like your place of work is I suppose. I already feel comfortable. Good thing ? Bad thing ?
Last Friday I went for my MRI scan, which is a big revolving magnet that somehow through magic takes pictures of the inside of your head. That's about as far as I got in the literature provided before getting bored and solved the crossword instead. I'm already bored with explainations, I just want it fixed.
Anyway, you may recall that Richard, my consultant, changed my morphine prescription. What he failed to mention was that he also doubled the dosage. I went pootling along to the station, only realising how smashed I was when I got on the train and I felt so well disposed towards everyone that I figured something was up.
So they put me in this machine and warn "It's noisy" gave me headphones tuned to Radio 4 and off I went for 40 minutes. Weird noises, vague voices in the background and morphine coursing through my veins, in the dark with a big metal star trek machine whizzing about my head. Fuck your Alton Towers - this is the best buzz I've had in years.
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