Reading the bones

We have a conference daily. It goes a bit like this.
Nurse(or Janet) "Does it hurt?"
Me: "Yes.",
Both of them. "Ha Ha.)
They then manhandle me out of bed and into a wheelchair wheel me to the next room and pour me into the electric chair.
I make obligatory noises like Ooo! and Aaa! while they either laugh happily or tell me keep a stiff upper lip.
My favourite is one of them telling me "It doesn't hurt that bad."
The doctor rings daily and asks how I feel about being X-Rayed. I tell her I will need an ambulance door to door  each way. She agrees but I do not trust the people in Lerwick to do it.
Anyway I need to recover to enable me to have the checks in Aberdeen in November.
I'm not keen on travelling anywhere at present.
We still have two house but are gradually clearing the old one. It would be impossible to live there at present so the sooner it becomes our ex house properly the better.
Apart from asking about the pain, looking for wiggly bones, and assessing my ability to move things they can do little before getting me under the machinery. So coming soon may be the trip to Lerwick.