I have been listening to James Blunt’s new album and I especially liked Carry You Home. Not that it means anything to me cause I really don’t want to go into that shit where you put too much thought on whatever you are in and you try your hardest to relate it to everything you see (or hear).
I was at St Luke’s earlier today to see a doctor. They took blood. They also asked me for urine. They gave me a tube, you know those test tubes we use during chemistry labs in college. They gave me directions to where the toilets are. Well, the men’s room seems locked so I used the room for the disabled. Nobody saw me get in (and out). My bigger problem was how to “shoot” the “fluid” in that baby tube. Well, I had to fill it up… so I did (“wetting” my hands and the tube in the process). Fortunately, hospital toilet rooms never run out of tissue paper.
They didn’t give me any prescriptions yet. I have to return on monday to get the results of whatever they are testing me on. By then, maybe they’d advise me some meds to take.
That’s it for now. Oh btw, I have new sheets.
