I was going to tell you about my MRI scan, wasn't I? And I'm only 6N *whimper*... At first I thought it was aliens, subjecting me to this strange ritual... they had all dressed up in green uniforms... but they had sent me to a different building, leaving me to find out that I was 15 minutes early needing to get to a building 1200 yards away on bandaged feet in slippers and hobbling along on a walking stick.
Oh how we laughed! I met an old friend, a chap who has LOVE on one set of knuckles and HATE on the other. We passed the time of day while my feet complained... eventually I made it into the antechamber to the Alien spacecraft. There was one person who directed me, a la Star Trek, to follow the green arrows [And yes I was thinking there was simply too much green in all this].. to an antechamber... where I was told I would wait for the .... examination.
I sat my by now spent carcase on the biggest and most imposing chair I could find.... did they not know this was Chumbles of the Internet.... a legend in his own lynchtime? They told me they would be a short while, because the consultant had f****d off for a quick ciggy break (my words not theirs). Aeons passed; I need not have crucified myself hurbling and hurpling along that 1200 yards. But! I am not without resource, I had brought a small bottle of water: I finished that. A book with 3 chapters to go: I finished that. My patience: I'd almost finished that when an orderly (ho ho ho) arrived and took me through a group of supplicants. A lot of these had appendages of the artificial kind and plastic tubes... a strange pulsing noise and flashing lights came from a room... I was swiftly lead past into the second antechamber, and told to take off my garments with metal in them... Aliens, witches and MRIs are a bit similar, iron f***s 'em up, but they were wise to this.
They made sure my mobile phone was also with my garments and stowed in a lead lined safe ('Screws up our antennae chief, we bump into each other in the dark and get all horny') But I knew it was to keep me from calling for help on my handy.
They then wheeled out some poor bastard who looked just liked the poor s*d who'd preceded me in the queue for the colonoscopy in December. You know, the utterly zonked out one, with blue skin who leaked pain in psychic waves.... I was starting to wonder whether I could out-hobble them down the corridor when they grabbed me, chucked me on a trolley cart, stuck a f***ing great plastic widget between my legs, strapped me in and then....
... stuck a needle in my arm. This is for the cannula. So they can pump you full of stuff... One of the greencoats looked at me and clearly thought: dirty old b*gg*r, I'll fix him, but her fellow alien spotted that I was leaking red fluid all over the place....
At this point, they mopped up, simulating concern (but with that certain edge of stress that says: you s*d, why are you bleeding?) They then fled the room... They threw over their shoulders "Don't worry, it won't hurt, but in Scotty's name stay still." There was a low hum and the platform I was on moved into the enclosed chamber, my fat upper arms constricted against the sides with me staring at an old fashioned video screen with measurements and flashing numbers and.... a countdown!
Kind of them to tell me when I was going to be inseminated with one of their green coat wearing kind.... And then, lights flashed and
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM...
Strangely I felt nothing; more numbers, more distances, more lights flashed and
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM...
And then I was told that it was all done and don't worry about the blood on my clothes: lucky I was wearing black, piss off and I would hear from the Alien gynaecology unit in due course. By now I was certain they were. Aliens that is...
Well. That went well didn't it?
