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.
Did they grease you up before they wedged you in there?
It might have been a good idea.
I’d pity the nurse that had that job!
what’s up with you, is this related to the removal of your back?
It’s to do with me losing feeling in two fingers on my left hand after last years argument with a tree.
Was it Michael Noakes who helped you out?
I could have a word, as when i had my xray i had the results in about 10 minutes :)
That was ages ago!
They’re removing Rich’s back?!?!?!?
Anyway, thanks to Simon, I’m now haunted by images of Mr Incredible squeezing into that pod……….
Glad to be of service Grant :)
I’ve been in there as well. They were looking for a brain. Never did get the results. They said my eyes were alright. The nurse counted them I think!