Friday 21st September
If you've ever experienced one herniogram, you would never willing go for a second, unless the rest of your life depended on it...
So it was I found myself sitting on the same padded bench in the same corridor reading the same notices on the wall of 'X-ray 2' at the Derbyshire Royal Infirmary as I had on March 15. The only thing that had changed were the people (I didn't recognise anyone) and my eyesight (I didn't seem to be able to decipher the words as easily!) I was soon invited to part with my clothes in exchange for a nightie and dressing grown of dubious quality and sit and wait in the allotted alcove.
Eventually I was called in and met with the same doctor as last time. Such is the trickiness of this procedure, there is only one person capable of performing it. After having everything explained to me that can go wrong - for a second time - (puncturing bladder, bowel, risk of peritonitis etc etc) I duly signed the consent form and wished myself in the future by about a day when it would all be over.
It's surprising how much the brain choses to forget of a traumatic experience- lucky really, but second time around it all comes flooding back. All the scary bits, when you wonder if the person sticking needles into you really does do this procedure every week or is a member of some sadistic fraternity...I digress. Of course he knew exactly what he was doing! Last time I lost the sense of left and right, this time I tried so hard to follow directions I nearly fell off the table!
However, there was no doubt as to the result, there was hermione on the screen, I tensed and she waved...
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