“I like the colour of your robes. They look comfortable,” remarked the assistant at the CAT Scan Unit at Woman’s College Hospital. I assured the friendly lady that indeed the clothes are great. I was lying on a bench with my arms positioned over my head, this massive donut-of-a-thing came close.
“Take a breath,” said the unit. “Now hold.” “Breathe normal.” Three of those directions I followed as a heat sensation came to me at one point. I was warmed in the same way at Joseph Brandt Hospital last Friday. “You will feel like you peed all over.”
Procedure completed. Connor and I walked over to the Passport facility on Victoria Avenue. Naturally there was a queue, not long, but it was there. I showed my temporary passport produced in Pretoria, and the lady at the booth handed me my fresh new ‘permanent’ passport. That was unnatural. No sweat. No charge.
“Just like that?” I asked.
“Just like that. Just sign here and you’re good to go.”
I was all smiles. Connor and I proceeded back to the ashram. I rested. I worked by phone. He studied. I chatted with temple goers and then with Govinda patrons over dinner; that included having a moment with David, one of the servers. https://www.instagram.com/p/BxQvVeVgfcv/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=17l6kog3krqz2
Stephen came by. A nice meal it was. Then we read. He’s got an operatic voice. We chose some passages from the Mahabharata.
By 8:30 p.m., I’m finished. Connor massaged my calves when my doctor, Dr. Pandith called.
“The reading of your CAT Scan is positive. No clotting in the abdomen….”
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