Woke up before the alarm. Dreamt I was playing a Final Fantasy game online. With our very own SHC's admin!
They asked me how I got drugs in this game. So I remember typing "Have you got any drugs?" in a speech bubble.
Well anyway, got a Taxi. So gorgeous seeing the Sun rise over everywhere that time of morning.
Got to the Hospital. Was able to follow directions. Waited in a room. A TV (silent) was broadcasting an episode of Ellen DeGeneres (or however she's spelt). I couldn't see the screen from where I was sitting. So I was watching it's reflections off a plastic display. Trying to read the subtitles backwards.
The chairs were spaced around the room with a sign saying "Do not remove the chairs. They have been placed as they are to encourage social distancing." So OF COURSE a young Dad entered with his young wife and baby. And he moved the chair to sit by them. Ah, British Fathers! What arseholes.
Eventually got called into the radioactive place. Removed coat, glasses, belt, lighter and front door keys and placed them on a chair.
An attendant told me to relax and lie back. No bit further back. That's it. As the conveyor belt moved me into the position, I passed a bright red light. Well I didn't fancy seeing that spin around. So kept my eyes closed throughout. It's funny when I went through the doors, I thought they were listening to Techno! But no, that's the actual sound of the machine. I'll never listen to DUMF-TSS-DUMF-TSS-DUMF-TSS in the same way again now. Thick headphones had been attached before going inside the scanner. These really exaggerated the rushing of blood around my ears. Through an intercom I was told "Scan will commence for ten minutes".
Suddenly, loud noise. I had a buzzer I could press if was uncomfortable. I suppose if I'd had my eyes open it would have made me feel queasy. Watching the lights spin around. But I kept them closed and although the plastic "helmet" placed over me got warm. There were no problems. I am Space 1999's Commander Koenig. I am James T Fucking Kirk of the starship Enterprise. Another voice on the intercom assured there will be another scanning for four minutes. Even with the headphones it was loud. You know the way you can loudly play a piece of music in your mind? Even if you aren't physically listening to it? Well even Purple Haze got drowned out.
I lost track of time. Although scans were told would be ten or four minutes, I couldn't tell.
Then the conveyor moved me out. The headpiece and headphones were removed. Retrieved the items.
Joked to them that I finally understood Dance music now. Obviously didn't get a laugh.
Was escorted to the exit corridor because I was a bit disoriented after it.
I'll know the results in a couple of weeks. If you have a scan yourself booked. I'd recommend having your eyes closed throughout the process. I just wanted to get it over with.
And that was that. Out into the morning rain. Onto the bus. Back home within half an hour to sunshine.
