Pitiful attempts at retail therapy

Having failed to call yesterday, Madi – the rheumatologist’s secretary – called and fessed up to screwing up the calendar. The arch nincompoop is going to call today at 1:45pm.

Morning, went out on the search for trainers (which I finally got in a small mall off Baseline – not the massive centre further out). Wandering around Bayshore hurt my hips. Gof figure.

Got a massive translation in from some good clients.

Rheumatologist calls… my hips look good. He hadn’t looked at the bloodwork – and “ have no idea” about the cobalt/chromium issue. He didn’t know you could do a cobalt and chromium test. He is, in many respects, a fuckwit.

“Tale your cues from the surgeon,” he said. And not the highly paid “expert” who fraudulently poses as a rheumatologist.