It’s a bit like being stuck in a very bad repetitive rave.
One of the advantages of working in a hospital is that if you need treatment, they tend to ring you up and say "we’ve got a spare slot in an hour, can you come down?". They rang me at three, and I was wedged inside a MRI scanner just after four. There isn’t a lot of room in there, especially when you’re my size.
I expect I’ll get a letter with the results in a week or two.