December 19th, 2019

groke

Filthy Old Day...

Struggled off to Denmark Hill, and arrived in plenty of time. The whole thing was a bit of a waste, though. The departments just don't seem to communicate. The consultant, an appealingly grumpy old Swede, had nothing to say about the recent endosncopies, etc. that hadn't been said in the bariatric clinic. As the puking, etc. seems to be improving after changing meds. So, OK for the moment, thank gods. His time and mine wasted, though.
The Australian climate/ fire badness is really quite frightening now. Heaven help everyone.
The CATS film sounds so truly dreadful, it's probably well worth seeing.
THE GOLD DIGGER series ended soppily. I was hoping for a murder, at least.

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