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Written on November 8, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Yesterday, I cycled to the hospital and back, all the way up and down the Holloway Road. I had to fast from 10.30pm Sunday night. It was very odd being awake and in a public space without having drunk tea. The hospital took five phials of type A+ blood marked with brightly coloured labels. The doctor was nice – young, female and Polish – so I produced the few Polish words I knew to take my mind off the procedure. My nose was at her shapely bum height as I sat on the chair at 9.05 a.m. and uttered the greeting,

“Gin Dobri.”

“Oh, you speak Polish?”

“No. I just fancy you.”

She dazzled me in the morning light with a beautiful and natural smile.

“That’s nice.”

“Czaesht.”

“You know it!”

“No, I just have half a dozen friends of Polish origin, all of whom also fancy you.”

“In your dreams, Englishman.”

Today, I have a small bruise.

They will have the results on Thursday, and I go back to the doctor’s surgery on Friday to check my blood pressure, and to get the biochemical lowdown.

The chesty cold I’ve had is leaving me. I ran a couple of miles this morning. The leg rash is going. My concentration is OK. I’m still thinking, surely I cannot be that ill, or I would feel much worse…

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  1. Chromatin
    Posted 8 November, 2005 at 6:15 pm | Permalink

    You got a good phlebotomist there, in that Polish doctor – that’s a pretty nice bruise. All our phlebs look like Russian shot-putters.
    Hope your results come back ok.

  2. Colin Brooks
    Posted 8 November, 2005 at 9:08 pm | Permalink

    needles, eeeek! good luck with your results! (nasty bruise that-i hate it when it goes yellow)

  3. Jetting Through Life
    Posted 9 November, 2005 at 1:02 am | Permalink

    One of the last times I had blood drawn, I passed out!! Lucky you!!

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