Well, after many hours of phoning around to discover that the metal clip in the flesh just below my breast bone is probably made from titanium, the radiographer’s at UCL decided it was too risky and didn’t carry out the scan.
It would have been fun – I have no idea why, but I seem to like no invasive imaging – its kinda cool to think that you are inside a scanner which costs millions of pounds and has some of the most powerful computers making it work.
Anyway, so they paid my travel to London, so I wasn’t out of pocket.
I did a little bit of sightseeing in London before I came back to Plymouth. In London it was dry and fairly Sunny. In Plymouth it is cold, wet and horrible! Why on earth did I move here?
Awww, man! That would have been so cool. I mean, who doesn’t want to see what their brain looks like? But you can at least claim to be a cyborg: you are part titanium! (At least for a while…)
And I totally get what you mean. Every time I get drenched just walking to the Spar round the corner and back, I think “Hawaii. I should have gone to the University of Hawaii…”