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Thursday, September 01, 2005

Torturising....

I had to go in for an MRI for the bum knee today, and I must say that it was a truly excrutiating experience. To be forced to be absolutely still for 5-6 minutes at a time doesn't seem so hard. Until you're lying there with an maddening itch on your shin, or an astoundingly loud sneeze forcing its way out, or your back yodeling because you're lying on an extremely firm table, or even your fingers falling asleep because your hand is lying the wrong way. Add in the perpetually chipper operator's voice drifting in, the blasting 'adult light favorites' dreckola that's the only radio station they can receive in there, and of course the deep-throated grumble of the empty stomach you foolishly went there with, and you may start to get the picture.

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P.S. What I wouldn't have given for a very sharp sword that I could hack and slash my way out of there with...