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One for hirez, I think; someone really should record and release the workings of an MRI scanner. Sort of techno/industrial crossover, it was quite entertaining.

The process itself all went as well as it could: ramtops drove us in to Trenchard and we walked down to BRI for yet another incidence of the NHS doing what it said it would, on time and efficiently. I really do seem to be getting the best of things, perhaps because I’m not suffering from anything unglamorous like arthritis.

There were a couple of minor irritations: one of the techs in the MRI room asked if I’d had a scan before; I told her that I had, about twenty years ago, and she basically said that I couldn’t have (presumably because medicine in those days mostly involved bleeding the patient, and nothing as sophisticated as thermometers, stethoscopes or NMR equipment existed). Also, when the scan was finished, the other tech said he couldn’t email me the results. Feh. Though apparently I might get a photocopy or something from the eye hospital if I ask nicely. Maybe.

It was more interesting last time round in Hull: It really was new technology in those days and I was invited into the control room to watch the images appear, slowly, scan line by scan line, after they’d finished. I don’t actually remember much other than the startlingly significant snippet of information that the equipment had a Tandberg keyboard: a minor variant on the lovely TDV2200s we were using at my then place of employment. The scanner this time was a Siemens, if anyone cares.

Now we just have to wait for the results.