I aimed for a relaxing day today as part of my long term strategy of being nice and relaxed when I pass through the doors of the Urology Centre tomorrow morning.
With this in mind I first went to pick up my prescription from the surgery, then went to the pharmacy (popped into the jeweller whilst waiting), got a phone call to collect Julia and then went to lunch.
It should have been easy, but as usual the day was full of irritation. First, I had a note from the doctor telling me I couldn’t have two sets of pills as records showed I had plenty of them. That was irritating because I had not ordered those pills. You really have to ask about their computerised system…
If I die unexpectedly check my prescriptions!
Parking the car, I found that to get my two hours of free parking I had to walk the length of the car park to get collect the ticket and then walk the length of the car park to put the ticket in the car. Then… well you get the picture. It was a lot of walking with a sore ankle.
Would it be difficult to put the machine in the middle of the car park?
There were several irritating customers in the pharmacy, including one who took advantage of my slow progress to overtake me and then launch into a complicated question. I’m actually immune to this sort of thing now, having experienced it so often, so no problem there.
Lunch was Harvester again, because it was the weather for salad and if I’m to eat salad it might as well be free of charge. Salad is going to be in short supply over the next two days.
If it seems like we’re spending recklessly on meals out, we probably are, but fun is going to be in short supply over the next few days, so why not?
The only problem was one of the other diners. As he walked past with his family (we were overtaken again!) he plunged his hand down the front of his tracksuit trousers and had a good scratch. I’m not a great one for etiquette but working on the basis of a time and a place for everything, that was neither the time nor the place.
As I said to Julia: “Let’s make sure we get to the salad bar before that bloke.”
Well, you wouldn’t want to handle the serving spoons after he’d been touching them would you?
All the best Quercus. I am catching up a bit late, so I assume all went well?
All will be revealed… 🙂
Thinking of you
Thanks – wait till you hear what happened. 🙂
Good luck tomorrow. As for other people’s hands, well, think of all the times you hadn’t seen anything. Always good to keep your own well washed!
Yes, ignorance is bliss, I suppose. 🙂
I just hope that there is an unexpected outbreak of all round competence tomorrow.
Just watched “GPs Behind Closed Doors” where one of the doctors asked the receptionist to check a patient record “because my computer is showing him as dead.” Followed by:”Well who reported him dead? Because he’s sitting in my office and he’s definitely alive.”
Makes my records snafu look quite minor.
Oh – that’s left me with an image I really didn’t want. Yuck! 🙂
Hope it all goes well tomorrow, best of luck.
🙂
Thanks.
Oh, my! Good luck!
🙂 Thank you.
I know you’ll do great tomorrow! And be very careful at the salad bars after you get home!!
Julia filled me with salad tonight too. I’m hovering on the boundary of salad overkill…
munch-munch, sounds W-onder-ful!! 🙂
It was pretty good. Whether sakad can ever aspire to wonderful, the jury is out.