Good Afternoon, and welcome to Midweek Mayhem, and this week it’s May *ahem* (Get it?)
Okay, never mind.
Do you ever have one of those moments when you realise how stupid you are in front of other people?
Naturally, this never happens to me, except perhaps for an incident earlier today.
This morning I had to go and visit an Orthopaedic Surgeon due to a problem I’ve been having with my right arm. Now, to be honest I’ve never actually been to see an Orthopaedic Surgeon before now, and up until now I didn’t have a clue what they actually do.
My GP explained a week or so ago that “oh, they look after arms and legs, that sort of thing”.
Fine, I thought. Given that we’d narrowed the problem down to my elbow, clearly the “OS” was the man (or woman) for me.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I spent ten minutes this morning with the OS and after fannying about with my arm for a few minutes he suggested that I ought to have an MRI scan.
Now I had already had an X-ray and that other type of scan where they smother you in some sort of lube and then use that thing that looks like an electric shaver to show you what’s going on inside the other week. So why not have another scan?
Do these people just like referring people to each other, or what?
Anyway, “Any questions?” asked the OS. Nup I was fine and headed back to see Brenda at reception. In fact, I’d call her the lovely Brenda, because she was indeed lovely.
“I can book you in for the MRI scan now if you like” chirped helpful Brenda, and I jumped in with sure, why not.
“Brenda,” I said, “this MRI thing, is that where you have to lie down and they push you into that tube thing that looks like a big donut..??”
“Uh-huh,” said Brenda “Do you think you’re gonna be okay with that?”
“Oh yes, sure, no problem” I said, while thinking about how much of a complete goose I must’ve looked like with the words resonating in my head – “the big donut thing”.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was the way Brenda looked at me over the top of her nice red-rimmed glasses as if was a little school boy afraid of his first injection.
“Are really you sure?” she asked again. “Yes, yes, yes”
So next week I meet the donut.
And here I was thinking life was dull…