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First thing this morning, Emma and I walked into the kitchen and surprised a deer on the deck. It was the Compost Thief. I only caught a glimpse as it took off, down the ramp. Emma didn’t go mad so I figured she hadn’t actually seen it. Even so, I waited a bit before letting her out to go to the loo.
In other exciting news, I finally saw the doctor today.
Mirinda dropped me off on her way to zumba and I sat and waited. The Vårdcentral is very strict when it comes to being there for your allotted time, but it doesn’t work both ways. I had quite the George Costanza moment as I watched the clock drift beyond my appointment time. Not that it mattered. I just read.
There were lots of other people waiting to be seen. Most of them were there for some sort of injection. And, given it was just gone 10am on a weekday, there were quite a few walking aids being utilised. Obviously, I include myself in this.
It seemed that I was the only one with a book to read. The others were either talking to the people sitting near them or just staring into space, raw-dogging, Puddy-like, their minds either blank or somewhere else.
Eventually, though, the doctor called my name and I followed him into his room.
I had four distinct gout related questions and he, sort of, answered them all. However, before he could give me anything definitive, he said, I had to have a blood test. I had figured this would be case. It is to measure the uric acid levels inside me. Hopefully, I’m riddled so he can prescribe me something super powerful.
Unlike Freya though, the testing isn’t done straight away. No, I’ll have to wait for my results and then, diagnosis.
The blood test was interesting.
My name was called, and I entered a small room which contained an interesting chair, lots of medical stuff and five beautiful, chattering nurses. At first, I was concerned that I had entered the beginnings of a less than wholesome movie. But, no, I was asked for my personummer then told to sit and give up my arm.
The needle went in and drew forth three vials of blood. And I was a very good boy. I didn’t cry or anything. So it came as a bit of a shock when I didn’t get a lollipop.
I did get the biggest ever bandage placed on the pinprick hole in my arm though.
I really wanted the little cartoon bandaid with the bears on it.
And now I just wait.
