It seems that the hospital has held onto my bits of skull for too long, so they’ve officially run past their use-by date. This means that I get a Titanium plate instead (call me “Tin Head Ned”), so Professor Stokes has been making arrangements to put me through a special CT scan (Computer Tomography, xrays steered by a stepper motor) to take pictures and have a suitable one built.
This will set my cranioplasty back a couple of weeks (so call it late September or early October), but makes me glad to live in a country in which such technology is pretty much — to use a Perthite term — “par for the course” (of which Perth shelters 42 and more dot the highways around the state).
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