I really don’t know where to start today. Rose at 6.30 (unwillingly). To hospital by 7.16 (I had a slow creaky start to the morning) and found myself 9th in the queue.
I didn’t have to wait too long and only read four pages of my “waiting book” before being called. It’s taking a long time to read because I keep it in the back of the car and only read it while I’m waiting for something.
It was a three tube day. The needle went in fine and the blood flowed like… whatever blood flows like. She looked at the first tube a little too long for my liking but I was soon done. I then nipped to the toilet and filled my tube for the urine sample. Returning to the car park, I was allowed out free of charge (I’m beginning to think the timer may be broken) and took the sample to the surgery.
Could it all have been so easy? Seemingly so…
Only one thing of note happened in the shop today. A lady came in to sell some coins and asked for a seat. When given one, she asked if we had a lower one. Fortunately we did have a lower one. She was, it seems, suffering from frailty and old age.
In conversation afterwards my ungallant co-worker referred to her as a “little old lady”. I protested, not through gallantry, but because, in the conversation, she had told us she was born in 1958.
Hot on the heels of the elderly retired gent we’d seen last week (born 1960), I’m beginning to feel quite youthful. Some people seem to look and act old despite still being quite young.
I, on the other hand, having been born in 1958, still feel I’m quite young. Julia sort of agrees, though she did use the word “immature”, which isn’t quite the same as “young”.
Later in the day I had a phone call – the blood test had not been satisfactory and I have to have a fresh test tomorrow.
It’s not a health problem, I’ve had this before. If they don’t fill the tube properly the laboratory refuses the sample. And if the blood tester looks at the sample for too long after testing it usually means they aren’t convinced they’ve filled the tube.
That means another early start and another half hour wait.
I can’t help feeling cheated – I did everything they asked and I’m being punished for it.
I was so annoyed I came close to using a Bad Word.
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I think anyone born before 1960 can use bad words whenever they feel like it. I can be quite cussy, usually with variations of an old German word beginning with F …
Glad it’s not just me. 🙂
Soddit
That doesn’t even come close…
Could do better…….
🙂
Gee whizz, you youngsters need to get a grip. I was born in 1941. People were bombing me. Sweets were rationed. Life is nothing but pleasure now by comparison.
Sweets are bad for you. The Government didn’t care enough to ration my sweets and look at me now.
Fair point.
I thought it was a good one for the snowflake generation.
I have always been a snowflake myself.
🙂
I was up at 4 this morning. My sleeping pattern is shot to pieces now I don’t go to work.
Yes, it can be hard to keep to a pattern. I keep meaning to get up at six and start writing, but I’m too lazy. 🙂
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Holy cats! I was born in 1957. Quercus, your post gave me a lift today.
🙂 Getting old is a unavoidable, but acting old is merely an option.
Hmmm… I was born in 1960, almost 1961, as I was born on December 29. I certainly don’t feel old. I haven’t been to the doctor in several years and I think that is one reason I feel so well. I always felt sorry for dad, who at 87, had to go for routine checkups. They always had trouble drawing blood. His tests were always fine and he was quite healthy for his age. Having to go back to repeat the test again is enough for you to “almost” say a bad word for sure. Hopefully, they will get it right this time.
Yes, whenever I go to the doctor I end up with a list of tests to do. That is why I avoid them as much as possible.