Off to the hospital for two more appointments (screening in radiology dept.) in a few minutes. Which, once completed, will be followed by lunch, a pipeful of tobacco, snackipoo and milktea, and another smoke.
A rich full day, in other words.
Tomorrow I am seeing my cardiologist at a different hospital.
So it's a good thing I did laundry last Friday. One doesn't want to show up at the hospital smelling all stanky. There are people there who one would want to think of one as a decent civilized self-disciplined dude, despite the habit one has of having unhealthy food. And enjoying tobacco. And disco-dancing while on vacation in Ibiza.
Lunch, three days in a row, was salad.
I hate salad now.
You know, there are VERY good reasons dim sum restaurants and chachanteng in C'town do not have salad on their menus.
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