Sunday was a nothing day so I scribbled nothing.

Yesterday in contrast was full to the brim and I either hadn’t time or was too knackered to scribble.

Yesrterday was the start of my infamous Immunotherapy.

I set the alarm for half seven which gave me time to get breakfast and wake up. Except that I went back to sleep. Luckily Herself knows me and phoned me from her room. What with one thing and another I had to rush to leave by half eight, My appointment was at half nine and I knew traffic would be shit so an hour should be enough to cover a journey of half an hour?

I got in the car and immediately the satnav told me about the traffic and picked a route over the mountains .That worked well . I arrived at the hospital with a few minutes to spare. I thought I’d try a different car park under the main building which should cut down on the walking. I wanged the car off one of those concrete pillars that adorn the undreground and now have a lovely scrape and dinge on my lovely new car. Fuck! That didn’t improve my mood.

I eventually found my destination after asking various kind souls for directions. I signed in and was told to take a number and wait. i did. Eventually my number was called and I was told to go to the cubicle. I had seen people coming in and out of there and they only were in for a few minutes. Things were looking up. I went in and a nurse there merely took a tube full of my blood. She then told be to go back and wait again. *sigh*.

Eventually I was shown into the Torture Chamber. This was a long room with big black chairs all along one wall. Most of the chairs were occupied and each had a jungle of tubes leading out of them. I was shown my chair.

They then started fussing over me. Apparently one of the levels of something in my blood was out of kilter and they reckoned I had a virus or an infection. This was news to me. So they took my temperature and pressuse three times [I think]. All were normal. I was then quizzed by a doctor going through every symptom of a disease or illness she could think of. I said no to the lot. They left me alone after that for a while.

Eventually a nurse came and said I was to get a blood transfusion [?]. This involved a fucking cannula in my arm and as usual the nurse mussed the first time so she had to inject me a second time. I was hooked up and was told it would only take about two hours. Fuck that. I found the control for my vhair, but the back down a bit and went to sleep.They woke me a few times to make sure I wasn’t dead. I assured them I wasm’t and went back to sleep again.

Eventually the transfusion was over. They decided to pump another bag of clear stuff into me. Another hour or so of sleep.

Then they wanted a “sample”. It crossed my mind that I hadn’t been to the jax since I left home and at this stage we were at early afternoon. I tried and gave the nurse a full bottle. Whatever turns her on?

Then they came at me with a suspicious luoking bottle wrapped in a green bag. Apparently this was the thing I had actually come in for. This was the miracle cure. They hooked me up and I went back to sleep again.

Once again I was woken but with the announcement that I had completed my first dose. Whoopee.

I was already to leave when they announced that they were still worried about my non-existant infection or other aliment and that I was down for an X-Ray. Fucking hell!

I eventually had my X-Ray and was told I could go. Of course I was now stuck in the evening rush hour.

I got home after six I was fucked, knackered, bollocksed and tired.

And this was the first of a series every three weeks into the dim and distant future.

Hey Ho.