Monday, January 08, 2007
P365 Day Six - In which our neighbours complain
The TV. Now with subtitles. Because according to our neighbours, our deafness (both The Girl and I can't hear all that brilliantly) is not exactly a public service. Oops. I suddenly sympathise with my father for the 10+ years we spent telling him that THAT TV IS TOO LOUD. NO, LOUD. NO, LOUD. NO... never mind.
I have an appointment with a private GP on Wednesday. This is after we spent about an hour ringing around, and around, and around to see if we could find a new NHS practice that would take us, and it was starting to look so difficult that we got completely despondent and exhausted. And then we heard about someone who has just found out that his rheumatology appointment is Sept 2007. And we said "fuck that, we're going private." If only we can get some advice on what the hell we should be doing while we wait around for that NHS referral, it would be something - but I might fit in one more consultation while I still have a HealthSure plan, before I leave my job. 'Cause, you know, a diagnosis and maybe some pain treatment would be a nice thing to have. If it's not too much trouble, of course.
I had coffee with the vicar today. He is wicked cool and we talked theology. I also rang my mother and ate chocolate. Tomorrow The Girl and I start a diet and a healthy eating plan, respectively, so I'm now ordering a pizza for dinner before I never get to do so again.
Project 365 days that I don't comment on here can be found at Flickr. They are, indeed, mostly of the living room. (This does not mean that The Girl is right. In no way.)