I asked for an X-ray just to make sure there was no structural damage in the back. A lovely young radiographer just graduated from nursery school enthusiastically beckoned me to the metal slab.
"Go ahead and lie down!" she said, with the kind of energy normally seen in lottery winners. I obeyed.
She walked to a mysterious back room, as I faced the ceiling.
"Ready... stop breathing!" I obeyed, though less quickly.
A click, then "Breathe!"
I'm thinking, what kind of ghastly incident led them to start saying THAT?
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