Anyway, it was not too bad, could have been worse. They didn't do the thing that sounds and feels like a family of woodpeckers has taken up residence in my skull. That was worse. I have a new standard for medical appointments: any medical appointment where you don't need anaesthetic, and where they don't do the woodpecker thing, and where no competent doctor says, "Uhhh...that's weird," or, "Uh-oh!", is a good medical appointment. It used to be "any medical appointment where nothing metal enters your body is a good medical appointment," but in the last year I have discovered unpleasant things they can do to you without bits of metal inside your body.
Now I go about the rest of my day upright. I'm not sure how this will go. I have the feeling I will feel thwarted, if not at every turn, certainly at many turns. Still, it's over, and it's much easier to deal with the known limits on what I can do than the unknowns about what will need doing.