I'm off to the doctor in a few minutes. I booked the appointment two weeks ago using their new appointments on-line form. It's just a way of them making you wait two weeks, but the receptionist doesn't get complained at as much. One of the things I want to see them about was a problem two weeks ago when I requested and urgent telephone appointment, but they schedules it as a non-urgent face to face appointment and I couldn't be bothered to follow it up. I just looked on the internet and did a spot of self-treatment.
It's amazing that doctoring is so easy. Ten minutes on the internet allied to fifty years of fixing things with binder twine and gaffer tape, and you don't need a doctor. It would be handy to have access to all the drugs, but, from what I've read on American survivalist websites, you can get all the drugs you need by visiting the average American pet shop.
The second thing might be a bit trickier, and may require surgery. Again, nothing I couldn't do myself, apart from the fact that it's awkwardly situated and I'm not sure I am up to wielding a Stanley Knife one handed whilst looking in a mirror. The stitching would be tricky too. However, this is probably just a sign I am too easily put off. This man wouldn't have been put off, though like me, he did find the mirror tricky.
Well, time to go now. Let's see what happens.
And yes, following from what I said above, I'm sure that there are plenty of people in graveyards who relied on the internet and a knowledge of bodging to get them through.
The picyure? We are currently harvesting blackberries.
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