Tomorrow morning I have to have a CT scan, which I am not looking forward to even remotely as I am claustrophobic. My daughter has just come back from a week away with the school which included caving, including the notorious Letter Box - a narrow bit you have to wriggle through. Both my children flung (in as far as you can) themselves through this in their respective trips with joy; in fact I think they were both first in the queue. Now I also did this when I was at school, but it took them 45 minutes to get me through (and I still think very, very gratefully of my friends Anne and Deanne, one of whom coaxed at the head end while the other persuaded from the foot end.)
So the idea of having my head encased in whatever it is is making me a tad edgy. I am taking with me a white Britains farm horse called White Star, whom I have had since I was too young to remember getting presents. She is alas a bit brittle now, and only has 3 legs since she fell off the sink. I am hoping that if I clutch her in my paw, it will help, and I am also hoping I can remember the NCT breathing I last did over 12 years ago as well as manage just plain prayer. And I am also hoping I am not sick. Please God, let me not be sick.
So if I am a bit quiet for a couple of days it will be because I am still getting over the experience. I do hope, thinking about it, that I do not break more legs off White Star.