Day 9. 35 pages, 14,122 words.
For today’s lazy effort, I’m just going to relate how my MRI yesterday went, through the medium of Facebook status jokes. I call it “the Arsebook Method”.
Anyway, that really happened yesterday. I turned up to the hospital and followed the directions to the X-ray basement (also, like magneettirekka, a technical term), got into my hospital jim-jams, got my IV put in by a rather accident-prone nurse, and was then sent back upstairs, and along a black line marked on the floor, to another waiting room. I was then told to put my boots back on because “it’s a bit of a walk”.
I was then directed to the photocopied signs saying “MAGNEETTIREKKA –>”, and followed them out to the stylish establishment you see in the picture above.
Actually, that Facebook thread got weirder the longer it went on, I had to get another screencap. I always seem to have weird reactions to the contrast material and sedative they put in me.
More true facts. And now I want to write about Magnet Truck.
Anyway, after that the whole thing went more or less normally and – aside from rather more noise and a bit of weird spinal and intestinal pulsating that I don’t remember happening before, to the extent where I wondered if maybe the muffler had fallen off and I was being microwaved from the inside – then I came home.