Today was, shall we say, unusual!

 Today can be summed up very concisely.

I got up and got busy. Then I got clean, after which I got stoned. I then got scanned and, after that, I mostly slept.

I you'd like a little more detail here we go.

The "getting up and getting busy" was because I needed to ride the R1250R over to the Motorrad Dealership in Cheltenham for its first service. 30% followed in her car,* so she could give me lift back.

The "getting clean" bit really doesn't need elaboration, but I should clarify the bit about getting stoned.

I am a claustrophobe. I really do not like being constrained in restricted spaces. Shit, I don't even like wearing polo neck jumpers! 

I have an MRI scan scheduled for this afternoon, and, on previous occasions, I have panicked, hit the alarm button and started to crawl out of the damned things, midway through the scan. I really am quite claustrophobic.

In order to reduce the "get me the fuck out of here" urges, I have previously consulted my General Practitioner and been prescribed Lorazepam.  These little pills do work a treat, and I have been known to actually sleep during previous MRI scans.

The downside is that I talk rubbish, see double, claim to be a most excellent driver and have a tendency to fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

So, having dropped off the bike, I showered and, at around eleven o'clock, I treated myself to a coffee and the prescribed medication. Within half an hour I was a little unsteady on my feet and very calm.

Mummy Sheila picked me up just before one o'clock to give me a lift to the hospital and I was definitely very chilled by then.

The scan went well. I didn't panic and, if I am honest, I was half asleep for the entire process.  I kept my eyes shut tight most of the time. I did open them on one occasion, and a mild sense of alarm started to bubble up in my addled brain by the proximity of the scanner tube. 

Anyway, I got through it, got home and was sent straight to bed by 30%. I woke around six o'clock in the evening and was so confused, that I briefly thought it was the following morning.  

It is fair to say that the rest of the evening was spent semi-conscious on the sofa.

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* With Hobson and his brother coming along for a little ride out