On Friday I experienced an uneasy feeling, which grew through Saturday as I realised that I probably had a blood test this morning. I say “probably” as I had neglected to make a note in my diary and I had mislaid the letter giving me the next date.
Eventually I found the letter (which also counted towards my decluttering quota) and confirmed that I did indeed have a blood test this morning.
In the manner of these things, the plan suffered a set-back. I woke at 6.15, summoned by my bladder and then went back to my nice warm bed bed. That meant that instead of leaping into action at 6.30 I hauled myself out at 6.45 and the whole day started slower and later than intended.
There wasn’t much of a queue and the phlebotomist hit the vein first time. I bled well after they removed the needle and I’ve had no panicky phone calls so I’m presuming all has gone well.
As I left the hospital I noticed that the day was much lighter than it had been three weeks ago for my last test. Spring is definitely on the way.
I’ll leave out the boring bits – parcels, swearing at other drivers, TV – the normal stuff that makes up my life.
Tonight we had the beef stew I’d meant to cook last night. (We ended up with frozen veggie burgers due to time constraints). It turned out reasonably well despite my normal cooking technique of chucking stuff in and seeing what happens. I keep meaning to learn how to cook properly, but I never get round to it.
It’s cottage pie tomorrow. I made it while I was doing the stew. It’s good to be a day ahead.
That’s about it for today. Nothing interesting happened and I have 23 minutes left to post.
Your cooking method seems entirely sound to me. Is there any other way?
There is, I believe, a school of thought that training, recipes and consistency are good things. I am beginning to wonder if they have a point, as some of my efforts are best described as culinary roulette.
Is that your kitchen in the last post? I love it.
🙂 That’s the one at the museum. Mine is not as clean and tidy…
Glad you remembered the appointment in time.
Me too. The consequences of forgetfulness would have been a lot of chuntering from the anti-coagulant service.
Mm!
🙂
At least the phlebotomy went well
I think they’ve beaten one particular vein into submission…
🙂
Beef stew and cottage pie will jazz up any February day.
Hope all came out well with the blood test, Quercus.
One can do wonders with one pot meals of meat, potatoes and other vegetables. 🙂
That’s what I like about winter – plenty of root vegetables. 🙂