adventures of the ultrasound

So yesterday I had an ultrasound. No, I'm not expecting *insert shudder here*. I have suspected gall stones *insert painful wince here*. I rocked up to the radiography place, got called in by the sonographer (yeah, I wouldn't have known what they're called had it not been written on the nametag) and he said, put this gown on - it's got three armholes. So the dealio is you put it on like an art smock and then bring the other armhole around your back to the front where you started. They had nice helpful diagrams. Yay for me.

So I did that, my diminished, heat addled brain could handle that. The sonographer had computer problems, so I was left in my maroon gown, pondering the whole experience. The gown fitted nice, it was loose, almost dress like... kind of what they wore in a cult. And then it hit me - it is the kind of attire they wear in cults! If I had to go to a dress up party as a member of a cult, I would most definitely steal a medical gown from this radiography clinic!