Never gets old

Had a quick visit scheduled to what Raheny_Eye would no doubt term the Prepuce Removal Factory, where - fortunately for me - they do other things as well. Today's visit was due to a rather snotty phone message I had left (following four other unsnotty phone messages over the course of the past 2 weeks relating to the adverse reactions I was having to medication prescribed by a laughingly called 'specialist' at the clinic) which had moved people into action. I was greeted at reception by a young receptionist who did something I have never experienced at a doctor's office before - and which is probably not common even in a PRF: she apologized. Taken aback and completely disarmed, I was taken to a room where the L-C specialist came into the room 10 minutes early and also apologized. "I've just had a baby," he said. "It's knocked my routine for six." 

Then he halved my medication, set me for more bloodwork, offered me a free circumcision or vasectomy (as required) (both of which I politely declined) and said he'd be more responsive in future. 

This has helped take my mind off Liverpool's return to normality, as has the visit of my good frend Dirk from Quebec City, and the prospect of the couscous royal I am making for him and Mitch this evening. Having friends over, you see, according to my new rules, means I get to have a few drinks. Probably starting about .... now.