On my cat scan

The fidgety waiting room,
Its antiseptic scent hinting not so much at fear
As at a grudging acceptance.

Eve never ate of the tree of good and evil.
Her plucked fruit came from the tree of
The knowledge of good and evil.
Here, there's a different kind of knowledge.

As ever, there is Shakespeare.
"If it be now, 'tis not to come,
If it be not to come, it will be now.
If it be not now, yet it will come.
The readiness is all."

Question:

How ready was Hamlet?
More to the point,
How ready am I?
How ready are
you?

Yet, pray, define readiness.

An open hand held out freely?