The Last Supper
Comments from the author:
I'm going for my brainscan tomorrow; so I've decided to treat myself tonight.
It's not that I'm particularly worried about the scan (apart from a nagging uncertainty that they won't actually find any sign of a brain, at all!)
What really scares the hell out of me is that they are going to give me an injection first - AND I HATE INJECTIONS!
I'd rather have my leg amputated with a rusty hacksaw (even my middle leg!!!), than have an injection!
Thus, for what could be my last ever meal (or am I just being a trifle melodramatic here?). I've decided to treat myself to Fruits des Mer!
It was on special offer at Super U (4,50 Euros for a platter for 2) and I've added half a dozen oysters and bought a nice, rustic baguette.
As I'm not allowed to drink at the moment, I'll be washing it down with a lovely (if you're really desprate, that is), non-alcoholic wine (that tastes like peaches) and, of course, will be having an aperitif - a wonderful non-alcoholic Pastis (that doesn't actually taste too bad!)
I plan on eating (what could be my last supper), in the garden - I love watching the bees and butterflies doing their thing whilst I'm busy troughing, being cooled by a warm evening breeze.
Being logical about it, I've worked out that the are four possible outcomes to my brain scan tomorrow. These are.....
1) - They show me the size of the needle they plan to inject me with and I have a massive heart attack and drop dead on the spot!
2) - I'll survive my heart attack, they'll do the scan but not be able to find any sign of a brain - that's starting to worry me more and more, come to think of it!
3) - They'll do the scan and find a brain (of some sort), in perfect working order.
4) - They'll do the scan and find some sort of brain with something wrong with it.
Realistically, I resigned myself to all possible outcomes and, thus, am not too worried (apart from the bloody injection, that is!)
The only thing that slightly concerns me is the infinitesimally small possibility of dying by lethal injection, administered by a psychopath (wearing stolen doctor's clothes), who has recently escaped from a high security mental institution!
I know the risk of that happening is minor but, you do have to consider all things, don't you!
On that note, I'll say goodnight and, whatever you are eating...
Bon Appetite!
