| | | Have been in the hospital for the last 24 hours, to give the trusty Volvo a once over. They did something to me this morning, 7 hours ago, disgustingly, as in something down my gullet and some other thing up my … well, never mind, just taking a look-see, clipping anything they see that does not belong, and to pronounce me good-good, in the former case good-forever, and in the latter case good for another 5 years. Something about peace of mind.
Cannot say I enjoyed the guzzling of ‘flavoured’ drink last night, quite a bit of it, and the starvation 24-hours prior. Am taking delight in my first in 42-years that lovely American innovation known as Chicken-ala-King, accompanied by super-yummy ‘flavoured’ drink called iced lemon tea
Now just waiting for the doc to take time out of his busy schedule to tell me all-good and then am out of here, even though the ‘here’ food is just super and menu is per size of a coffee table magazine.
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