LJ Styles

It's a while since I investigated the layout and style options for LJ, but I fancied a change.

I quite like this new one featuring the London skyline. At some point in the future, I may have a go at designing one for myself, but then there's loads already here to choose from.

LJ Styles

It's a while since I investigated the layout and style options for LJ, but I fancied a change.

I quite like this new one featuring the London skyline. At some point in the future, I may have a go at designing one for myself, but then there's loads already here to choose from.

Happy birthday

westernind!

Have a good one, Roz!

Happy birthday

westernind!

Have a good one, Roz!

A Trip to the Doctor

Late into the office today on account of an appointment to see the doctor, which took a little longer than anticipated.

Doctors are, as I have said before, a strange bunch. Doctor Liu, the nice little lady of Chinese decent who I prefer to see was very pleased that I am stopping smoking and typed that in as many words on to my medical record. Brownie points all round. She suggested, because I asked for advice, to be fair, that I attend the surgery’s ‘stop smoking clinic’, though she was a bit cagey as to what they actually do. I shall know better by lunchtime next Wednesday as I am now booked for a 20 minute session at 11.00 that day.

It is my suspicion that it will be headed up by a nurse of strict, but fair demeanour. I anticipate, even if only on a metaphorical level, that she will pat me on the back or hold my hand and tell me that I am being a brave soldier before discussing things to do instead of smoking (lose weight, take more exercise, take up painting, white whale hunting or raffia work. That sort of thing). She will probably take my blood pressure and then stick pins in me. Medicos love to stick pins in patients who in turn may suspect, but cannot be sure, that there is no medical value to the procedure. I think it’s a side benefit of all the years of intensive and often unpleasant training medical staff at all levels have to undergo. I wonder if there will be a bunch of other people there smokers anonymous style:

Supplicant :“My name’s Bryan and I was a twenty a day man; it’s been five and a half weeks since that last sweet, sweet cigarette…”

Omnes : “Hello, Bryan.”

My punishment for not rearranging a session at the hospital to have more blood drawn, is to have to make an appointment with Barnet Hospital in about three weeks to have them draw blood twice. This is a particularly sadistic thing to do to someone with a hatred of needles. Bad enough that I shall be allowed nothing more than water for twelve hours before the first puncturing, but then they will treat me to a glass of lucozade, wait a couple of hours and then drag more claret out of my arm to see if I am full of sugar. So that will be a minimum of fourteen hours of nothing more sustaining than tap water, except for a glass full of sugary soda. Oh, joy.

I suppose I better remember to make an appointment this time before other random barbarity is visited upon me.

A Trip to the Doctor

Late into the office today on account of an appointment to see the doctor, which took a little longer than anticipated.

Doctors are, as I have said before, a strange bunch. Doctor Liu, the nice little lady of Chinese decent who I prefer to see was very pleased that I am stopping smoking and typed that in as many words on to my medical record. Brownie points all round. She suggested, because I asked for advice, to be fair, that I attend the surgery’s ‘stop smoking clinic’, though she was a bit cagey as to what they actually do. I shall know better by lunchtime next Wednesday as I am now booked for a 20 minute session at 11.00 that day.

It is my suspicion that it will be headed up by a nurse of strict, but fair demeanour. I anticipate, even if only on a metaphorical level, that she will pat me on the back or hold my hand and tell me that I am being a brave soldier before discussing things to do instead of smoking (lose weight, take more exercise, take up painting, white whale hunting or raffia work. That sort of thing). She will probably take my blood pressure and then stick pins in me. Medicos love to stick pins in patients who in turn may suspect, but cannot be sure, that there is no medical value to the procedure. I think it’s a side benefit of all the years of intensive and often unpleasant training medical staff at all levels have to undergo. I wonder if there will be a bunch of other people there smokers anonymous style:

Supplicant :“My name’s Bryan and I was a twenty a day man; it’s been five and a half weeks since that last sweet, sweet cigarette…”

Omnes : “Hello, Bryan.”

My punishment for not rearranging a session at the hospital to have more blood drawn, is to have to make an appointment with Barnet Hospital in about three weeks to have them draw blood twice. This is a particularly sadistic thing to do to someone with a hatred of needles. Bad enough that I shall be allowed nothing more than water for twelve hours before the first puncturing, but then they will treat me to a glass of lucozade, wait a couple of hours and then drag more claret out of my arm to see if I am full of sugar. So that will be a minimum of fourteen hours of nothing more sustaining than tap water, except for a glass full of sugary soda. Oh, joy.

I suppose I better remember to make an appointment this time before other random barbarity is visited upon me.