"It's all wrong for Parsnip Surprise"

What is? I don't know. I assayed a question to find out more, but the answer was mumbled into the pillow. The answer is lost forever, sadly.

Oh well, c'est la vie.

"It's all wrong for Parsnip Surprise"

What is? I don't know. I assayed a question to find out more, but the answer was mumbled into the pillow. The answer is lost forever, sadly.

Oh well, c'est la vie.

A whole day wasted

If a day off work can be said to be wasted, that is.

Today was the day I was supposed to have had a blood test and because of the timing of said test, had to book the entire day off work. Being a perspicacious type you, my only reader, will have noticed the insertion of the word, supposed into that last sentence. That's right, there was no blood test.

We arrived at the hospital 10 minutes late, though that was no real problem; they were serving customer 133 and I drew docket 134. The problem came when I entered the cubicle to find that I was supposed to have fasted for 12 hours prior to having the blood drawn. How nice. I recall asking my doctor specifically, if that was the case and he said that it wasn't necessary. The hospital said otherwise (something to do with lipids) and that even the glass of orange juice and the solitary coffee I'd had in the previous 12 hours were enough to bugger the test. So now I have to go again in the 28th, though this time I have managed to get an earlier appointment so I can get to work in the afternoon.

You know, I thought that the mad old coot looked like Crippen when I saw him. Now I'm convinced. I can cope with a mistake, but when it seems that I have been deliberately mislead, I get pissed off. And it seems that this is not an unusual occurrence, for I was given a leaflet to pass to my GP reminding him to tell people when they have to fast and when they don't.

No wonder the NHS is permanently strapped for cash; how many places do the tests and report false results leading to unnecessary treatment? Luckily the nurse was on the ball this time.

Next time I have to attend the GP, I am going to ask specifically for the nice Dr Liu, who seems to know what she's doing, rather than the aged Hawley Crippen.

I think I shall book today as a half day's leave. I tried to do a little work this afternoon, and emailed off a power point presentation to the office, but the other thing I started, I ran out of steam about 2/3 of a page in. I don't want to cock that up as I think I have had a very cunning idea that could have repercussions for the way we deliver social housing and I want to get it written up properly.

A whole day wasted

If a day off work can be said to be wasted, that is.

Today was the day I was supposed to have had a blood test and because of the timing of said test, had to book the entire day off work. Being a perspicacious type you, my only reader, will have noticed the insertion of the word, supposed into that last sentence. That's right, there was no blood test.

We arrived at the hospital 10 minutes late, though that was no real problem; they were serving customer 133 and I drew docket 134. The problem came when I entered the cubicle to find that I was supposed to have fasted for 12 hours prior to having the blood drawn. How nice. I recall asking my doctor specifically, if that was the case and he said that it wasn't necessary. The hospital said otherwise (something to do with lipids) and that even the glass of orange juice and the solitary coffee I'd had in the previous 12 hours were enough to bugger the test. So now I have to go again in the 28th, though this time I have managed to get an earlier appointment so I can get to work in the afternoon.

You know, I thought that the mad old coot looked like Crippen when I saw him. Now I'm convinced. I can cope with a mistake, but when it seems that I have been deliberately mislead, I get pissed off. And it seems that this is not an unusual occurrence, for I was given a leaflet to pass to my GP reminding him to tell people when they have to fast and when they don't.

No wonder the NHS is permanently strapped for cash; how many places do the tests and report false results leading to unnecessary treatment? Luckily the nurse was on the ball this time.

Next time I have to attend the GP, I am going to ask specifically for the nice Dr Liu, who seems to know what she's doing, rather than the aged Hawley Crippen.

I think I shall book today as a half day's leave. I tried to do a little work this afternoon, and emailed off a power point presentation to the office, but the other thing I started, I ran out of steam about 2/3 of a page in. I don't want to cock that up as I think I have had a very cunning idea that could have repercussions for the way we deliver social housing and I want to get it written up properly.