I had a rather
disconcerting dream last night. Hospital management had decided there
was no money to be made from the healthcare business, and so from
next Monday I was to be a professional cheesemonger. Whilst I can eat
cheese with gusto, I haven't the faintest idea how I might mong the
stuff, and I woke up in a panic at 2.25am.
The remainder of the
night was rather restless. I got up before 7am, watched the last two
episodes of "Day of the Triffids" and then phoned my
new doctor's surgery. They gave me an appointment shortly after 9am,
so I quickly took "Furry Face TM"
round the park where he was incredibly well behaved; even off the
lead.
Home to drop off my dog,
and then on to the doc. After a short wait the doctor asked what she
could do for me, and why did I need a double appointment? I told her
that I was there at her instructions because as part of being a new
patient she had to review my medication. She asked what medication I
was taking. I told her - none. That stumped her.
She then said that my
being there was rather a waste of everyone's time. I agreed. She did
ask if I was generally in good health and I told her about my
insomnia. She called up a web site and we
did an on-line questionnaire, the outcome of which was that my
insomnia was possibly indicative of an underlying medical condition
that should be investigated. It was at this point that I turned to
the doctor and said "over to you".
Before she could say
anything I told her that this has been going on for ages, I've
already tried Horlicks and hot milk, and maybe I might be referred
to a sleep clinic. She readily agreed to this, and I am now waiting
for a letter from the hospital.
I collected my dog, and
we continued our walk. We went up to Kings Wood. We found four of the
geoocaches which had been hidden yesterday, but the one I couldn't
find yesterday still eluded me. Whilst we were out I fell over in the
mud and "Furry Face TM" nearly
(but not quite) got to roll in fox poo.
Once back home again I
attacked the household accounts. Could be better. So in a fit of
pique I spoke with the the mobile phone people to whinge at them.
They immedieately agreed to give me more - I got 50% more data and
1000% (yes 1000%) more monthly call time for 50p a month less.
I had planned to do some
ironing this afternoon, but the time had run away from me. It was
time for astro club. Despite having no tin opener (!) we had
a good evening; Steve talked about the Sun, there was news about the
latest developments with the proposed observatory; I hawked the
raffle. In a novel break with tradition the clouds parted and we got
to see stars. For the first time I could make out the entire
constellation of Orion including his spear and shield. And I could
also see the crocodile out of which Orion was bashing seven shades of
sh*t.
I have since been told
that there is no such constellation as the crocodile...
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