I'm sexy and I know it
Well it seems the NHS is absolutely determined to make me look glamorous and sexy. Went for my bone densitometry scan yesterday because of the case of the mysterious shrinking woman. Nice radiologist took me to the changing room and told me to strip to pants, socks and shoes and put on two gowns - one right way round and the other as a dressing gown so my bum wouldn't be swaying in the breeze. She then proceeded to give me the two largest gowns I've ever seen. So there I was swathed in two acres of hospital fabric from half way up my neck to just low enough to display the lovely walking boots I'd put on to deal with the snow. Of course it would be too humane to have the changing room next to the x-ray room so I then had to do the walk of shame past a crowd of onlookers all dressed in coats and boots. If only I'd thought to take the beautiful wrist splint to complete the ensemble.
Nice radiologist then weighed and measured me and declared I seem to have lost more height that the NOAR lady thought as someone has nicked three inches while I wasn't looking. Much fun then ensued as she yanked my stiff sore ankle about to try to get everything laying flat on the bed. No mean feat as I have a scoliosis so have been off kilter all my adult life. Lots of scan and re-scan later she declared she'd got the best scan she could but it wasn't going to prove easy to diagnose because of the curvatures. I do so like to present a challenge to our esteemed NHS practitioners. At least I'm consistent 
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