A TALE OF TWO CTs

My anxiety increased as I drove to Brisbane that morn

how do you gauge a doctor's concern?

when he's inscrutable in mien, clinical in character

my thoughts raced as my car did on my way to Brissie

There ... I gulped down two litres of vile green liquid

and dumped the third litre on an unsuspecting plant

undressed and put on  silly gown nine sizes too large

with the ties located back-to-front

entered the chamber outwardly serene and nonchalant

(observed the Japanese origin of the machine, marvelling at their ubiquity and ingenuity)

A disembodied voice instructed me to lie quiet, supine

lights flashing, sibilantly purring, the machine prowled around its casing

taking, I assumed, sectional views of my body

as I moved back and forth on a traversing pallet

The machine roamed north and south, pubis to gullet

then, a twenty minute respite and more vile liquid

busting for a pee but ensconced and palletised

more lights, buzzes, movement, instructions and ... it was over

left feeling anti-climactic (like a creek without a paddle) 

I sat down in the waiting area and improved my knowledge of celebrity

waiting to collect the prints, which I did, 9 magazines later 

good pictures I thought but what do they mean?

had a captain cook at the doctors report

medical mumbo-jumbo, wasn't much I could glean

Back home to Taabinga and an interrogation by Pauline

"read the quacks report and you'll know more than me maybe" said I

and till the next round of tests, the verdicts out ...

meanwhile let's enjoy ourselves as a family