in the wee small hours

Well, I’ve been for my MRI scan.

And I fell asleep in it again.  I can’t be normal.  I asked for some nice relaxing music and got the very nice, very relaxing Frank Sinatra over the headphones.  I didn’t hear the end of the first song.  Gone.  Out of it.

And now there is the wait.

The wait that means I shall not be able to sleep at all.

I’m not frightened of being told my cancer is back.  Far from it.  I can deal with anything thrown in my path now.  But it’s the not knowing and the wondering that’s worse. 

Anyway, I’m off out with the family to celebrate our 16^th wedding anniversary tonight.

Then when I’m home later, to make sure I can sleep, I’m going out to the garage to build a makeshift MRI machine type thingy and pipe in some of old blue eyes’ finest.

Constructing a scanner?  Pah - easy.  I’ll do it my way….