I'm upset to read about the mink cull in Denmark. Of course, their lives are short and unpleasant before they're butchered for their fur, anyway. It also spooks me to think that it might be spreading to more and more spieces.
The hospital trek yesterday wasn't too bad. When I had my op, they found a few enlarged lymph nodes, probably harmless, but they need to be regularly monitored, so I have have a CT every 3-6 months and check in with the consultant. He gave me a new prescription for my heartburn meds, to save me having to hassle with getting one from the GP. Cool, I thought, but then I realised that only two at a time were allowed in the pharmacy, and everyone had to queue outside in the dank chill. Ungh. I also had to wait ages for the usual blood tests. No fun, and it's disturbing to see people who are ten times more fucked up than I am, having to go through all this. I don't know how the NHS staff manages at all. They really are heroes.
