Doughnuts and Sundaes and Bloody Violence, Oh My...

Soooo - interesting day. Planned to bike. Didn't bike (did my extra half hour last night, by the way). Pretty much a chicken and bread kinda day - breakfast was chicken soup and bread rolls. Lunch was chicken sandwiches and a can of cold Heinz ravioli (a detail I'm only really choosing to reveal cos a couple of my friends were freaked out about my revelation of eating cold canned soup...)

Then tonight I went head-first into a doughnut.

And, at the risk of paraphrasing the sleazeball discovered in flagrante with his secretary...it's not what it looks like.

Had an MRI scan tonight. Searching for brain tumours.

Fuuuuuun!

Long story short, when I saw the consultant last year about my sudden right-ear deafness, he cheerfully threw in the line "Oh yes, should probably send you for an MRI, just to check it's not down to a brain tumour or something. Don't think it is, but best to be safe, eh?"

So this was me, finally getting to the point int he MRI-queue where I can be safe. Had my head and shoulders fed into a doughnut and practically went to sleep, as the sound effects from quite a bad trance disco pounded into my head for about five minutes. The weirdest part of the whole experience was when they came to get me out. If you've ever wondered what it's like to be a stiff in the morgue when someone comes to identify you - have an MRI. It was like being pulled out of my own little chiller cabinet and brought back to the world.

As Ma had driven us up there for my doughnut experience, we took her for dinner at the local Harvester. My mother has many modes. When she's in her "chipper bunny" mode, she's the kind of optimistic that makes you just want to slap her. So she positively enthused about her wodge of rubber chicken and dehydrating jacket potato at the local Harvester.
She went to steal all the lettuce from the salad bar, as ever, and I perused the "Sundae Menu". Yes, really - pretty much the one good thing about a Harvester is they have a complete menu of sundaes. I did my usual Disappearing thing, of wondering whether, one day, I could just go over and go through the card of Sundaes. I'd be look at about 6000 calories. Gotta tell you - apart from the threat of sudden blindness, it'd be worth doing one day.

We ate - and yes, I had rubber chicken and potato too, doing the chicken treble for the day - and I tried not to hate every other human being in the restaurant. Briefly, occasionally, between bites, I bludgeoned my way to the Pass, shoving people's faces into their rib platters and stealing the desserts from squalling brats...then I opened my eyes again, and kept chewing.

Gotta love this Disappearing lark, haven't you?

Came home, and I'm going to be honest, I don't have a biking session in me. Am going to make love (in the older sense of the phrase) to my couch in a handful of heartbeats. Tomorrow - Starbucks!