Yesterday, Helen dropped me off at Amersham station and I took the train into Marylebone, mistakenly thinking that the Marylebone address of the imaging center meant it would be nearby. It turned out to be about a mile’s walk on the other side of Marylebone.
I still managed to arrive early where I was immediately given three forms to complete. Joy. As I did this I got to chat with my neighbour who’s currently battling her fourth distinct cancer. What spirits she had.
It was soon time for my scan. I spent two hours in the MRI machine. The technicians here didn’t seem as sensitive to the patients comfort as those in Australia. First, the back of my head began to really hurt. I squeezed my bulb to bring help and they immediately put something quite comfortable under my head. Why they didn’t do this up front, I don’t know.
Then my back and backside began to seriously hurt. A bulb squeeze later and I have a very comfortable support placed behind my back. I never had any of these problems in Australia. I’ll know what to tell them next time.
Today it’s more or less a repeat trip, this time to Harley Street no less, to see a specialist dermatologist. The insect bite on my face remains swollen despite the latest round of anti-biotics and it is possible that my recent sickness is related.
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