Bit of a strange juxtaposition today, from angel script dream to computer aided tomography (CAT) of heart and arteries. I had the distinct impression that the operatives and cardiologist were expecting different behaviour from me. They asked the wrong question “do you speak French” what they meant was “do you understand French”. Anway I get the impression they were anticipating much more fear and anxiety. They were perhaps looking for some more buy in to the statin advice and anti-fat-bastard dogma. Being dead-pan and quasi monosyllabic is not what they expected.

They were very professional and the process was slick. It was a top notch service.

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Here is a slice from this morning’s CAT scan. The good news is that my arteries are OK and that there is no showstopper for the operation. He suggested that one of the smaller gauge arteries might be a bit furry but could not be sure give the limited resolution. He suggested that statins are a good idea and that I should lose some weight.

I don’t know if they do the anti-fat jab here. Maybe I need a dose of amoebic dysentery. If I can walk I might lose some weight.

At the bottom middle {above} you can see the spinal deformation due to my diffuse idiopathic skeletal hyperostosis (DISH). The DISH osteophyte extends to the left of the bright near circular aorta. After the scan they offered me the hand held device to pull myself up. They saw that my spine was fused in the CAT scan. My back is fairly rigid.

The blood supply to the heart should be ok for the upcoming slice dice and drill.

I am not sure what to make of the seraphim angel reference. There is a vague “angelic” reference in the next most recent dream too. I do not consider myself an “angel”. This because butter does indeed melt in my mouth. I am with fault and failing.

I blame Robbie Williams, they offered him protection, he should have slipped it on…

My basic understanding, despite new age books to the contrary, is that Angels are not really that involved in day to day human affairs…