CET Scan
I even had a little plasticky metal strip to protect my eyes against blinding lights implied by the strong computer-driven XRays, and had to make an effort to keep still. Other than this the CET Scan felt roughly the same as an MRI scan: a little slide back and forwards through the loop, end of play, time to wander off.
The lass who drove the scanner was gently but consistently reassuring, and seemed to base it all on real experience rather than canned scripting; the scan was maybe 30 seconds all up, there were no blinding lights or other obvious dischord except that the computer-drive core of the scan was so obviously less gentle than the (well, wo-)manually driven remainder that I had no doubt about which was which.
Operator ≡ limousine
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Computer ≡ bobcat.
No official conclusions were drawn during my pleasantly short presence. I was told that learned people would spend quite a while considering and measuring the results before anything official was concluded.
Food
Food last night was delicious if disorienting: it was officially “stew” but the stew proper was more damp than wet and was all inundated in tasty gravy. This difference worked out well.
It went down very nicely and was much appreciated — thank you muchly SWMBO. This stew definitely avoided an exact fit into my imagined expectation built from memory of the word “stew” — and as it ended, this was a good thing and yet another practical lesson for me in the shortcomings of prejudice.
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