Murky and humid, of course, for my schlep to the hospital. It seems I have lost two pounds this year! Well, I was afraid I'd put on about 20 kilos, so that's a relief. The nurse said I'd probably reached 'where your body wants to be' and will have to really work at it to lose more. Fuck. All in all, since I started, I've lost around 75 kilos, which really doesn't seem possible. I often don't think I look much different at all. The nurse also pointed said 'Look at the way you walk, now; you're so much livelier.' I'd beg to differ, the way I feel, but, of course, I couldn't see myself before.
It was dismally stuffy, needless to say. One poor old man fainted in the coffee shop...but if you've gotta pass out, that's the place to do it. He seemed to be coming around OK. Waiting for the blood test was, as usual , torture. There weren't nearly enough chairs, and many of us were hunched sweating and grumbling over our sticks/walkers for over an hour. Fap!
PENNY DREADFUL doesn't seem quite as good this season, but it's still very entertaining. I also watched the finale of the Kenneth Branagh WALLANDER, which put the dementia frighteners on me again. Poor old Kurt. It was sad.