The Lions lost the second Test in South Africa on Saturday. Disaster! It looked like they were going to get a draw which would be the least they deserved until Ronan O'Numptie had a rush of blood to the heid and gave away a daft penalty after the hooter had sounded. Morne Steyn bashed it over from about half way and the series is lost.
Today was the day of my final CT scan. The one that will reveal all or hopefully nothing.
I seem to be getting better at drinking the contrast stuff and find that I'm way ahead of schedule - it was nearly finished with still half an hour to go. I had to slow down a bit.
The trouble is, that when you add this litre and a half of liquid to the litre of water you have to drink on the way in . . . . it doen't half make you burst! That's the point though. For some reason, your bladder has to be full.
The gowning ceremony was a good bit better today. The Chief Nurse of the Gown Chamber left me two, with strict instructions as to how they were to be applied. The first, as usual, goes on backsides foremost and the other goes on top, 'housecoat' style (according to the CNotGC). This is much better with zero chance of a wardrobe malfunction.
Anyway, everything goes according to plan and now it's just a case of waiting until next Tuesday for the result.
That seems a long way away and I'm counting the days already.
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