I attempted to go and have a blood test this morning before my appointment next week. It's a waste of time as I'm not on the drugs that they are testing for changes from as I had the reaction. He never bothered getting back in contact to suggest which of the two it could be so no doubt this appointment will be a waste of time. But I got there at 8:05 with the clinic starting at 8:30 but there were already about 60-70 people waiting. i would have been waiting at least an hour and a half for a fucking blood test. Sod that for a game of soldiers. Full of fucking old people as well, as if they have somewhere to be rushing off to. So no doubt I'll be condescended and patronised within an inch of my life next monday as a consequence. Got on the bus back but took ages due to rush hour traffic. The woman opposite sat and picked her arm the whole way.
There were a couple of old boys collecting for the RAF charity outside the station. I used to collect for that when I was in the air cadets as a kid, round Sunderland centre. The RAFA club was an odd wee place like, can still picture it quite clearly in my mind, even though I was last in there 13/14 years ago. Put 3 quid into the blokes out the front and a fiver into the fellas inside, they were very grateful. I wore the sticker until I got outisde the station then flicked it off.
This week is going to be absolutely fucking manic at work. Well, the next two weeks will be, but I suppose it's a good thing being busy and that. I'm off to a meditation/buddhism class on wednesday, which will either be really good or dreadfully bad. I'm, obviously, hoping it is really good.
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