That's after the 90 minutes it takes me to get to Kings Cross Hospital. Oh well, there wasn't much hacking and sneezing going on in this waiting room, but it was bloody hot, and what's this thing about having to ask the receptionists for a paper cup when you want water? There were alarms going off all the time, too. Everyone looked worried, but nobody did or said anything, of course. I met the surgeon's assistant, who really didn't seem to know what the hell was going on,and kept asking me the same questions over and over, etc. (...Or is that a technique to make sure you're not just making stuff up?) I was supposed to have some lung capacity test, but by the time I got out, that clinic had shut, so I have to go back next week. Mother of Christ. I am shattered.
Saw another 'Sex=Death, kids!' flick,TEETH, but this one was actually not bad. Quite well acted and directed, with a nice original feel about it.