CAPTURING THE FULL LOATHSOMENESS

Now, having spent most of yesterday feeling like something the cat dragged in, courtesy of a vaccination which will keep me from dying when I hadn't planned it, I am determined to add icing to the cake by heading over to the lab for blood tests this morning. Which means no breakfast (something I usually delay or omit anyhow), but also no caffeine. Life is grim, horrid, and bleak without caffeine. One can understand why European peasants in the Middle Ages kept whacking each other on the head. Sometimes with blunt objects. Sometimes with bladed things. Like battle axes.

There you are, wondrously transported to a famous mediaeval principality, which should be interesting, fascinating even, and some hairy unwashed brute (Sven or Igor) attacks you with a mace determined to steal your thermos of hot coffee you packed for the journey.
It might ruin your entire time travel trip.

You came prepared. For a lack of certian amenities.

You weren't expecting a syphilitic brute jonesing for bean extract.

The magic potion that transforms a brute into a man.

The other thing you notice, almost immediately, is that Sven or Igor has greasy skin and a weird haircut. It's stiff with diluted egg white fixative and orpiment.
A garish version of the village idiot.


Odious fellow.


What would really make people flock with alacrity to the blood lab (驗血室 'yim huet sat') early in the morning would be if there was a stand with chocolate pie waiting for them there. Plus a warm caffeinated beverage. Maybe they should put the lab in a dim sum teahouse?
Here, have some scrumptious snackies! 但先，抽血！('daan sin, chau huet!)



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