I know it’s been a very long time since I actually bothered to update this – a lot has happened in that time; well, as far as my personal life goes, a hell of a lot has happened – I got exam results that would make Ayn Rand feel mildly retarded (always good – I hate her. No-one, and I mean no-one, has ever got to the end of “Atlas Shrugged” without vomiting from ennui), and I have moved in with my partner (yes, it’s a forty-five minute daily commute each way, but it’s so very worth it to avoid the potato creature and his hideous horse-faced harlot (see what I did there?) who NEVER go out). Now then, that was a lot of brackets. But back to the point I was making –

It’s time for another 6 month check up, so I’m doing it here at home.

When it actually got around to booking the appointment for this check-up, shenanigans were had. I tried to book it in Hull, after they had bugged me about it for about a month – so when I actually got round to making the appointment, to see the usual consultant, I was told Usha was to be off on sabbatical for the next God-knows-how-long, so it would be simply impossible for me to come and see her. Helpful, they are. So while I made an appointment to go in and see them (I say them – some random consultant I would have had to wait in the walk-in clinic for), I fobbed it off when an argument over the fate of a can of baked beans pushed me over the edge and on the next train to my partner’s town.
So, I made one here. No mean feat, I’ll have you know. I rang up, just the other day, and after ringing engaged a few times, I got hold of someone.

“Hello?”
“Yeah, hi. Can I make an appointment for a 6 month HIV check-up?”
“Do you want the full screen or a partial screen?”
“... no, I already have HIV.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
“Yeah, so, six month check up?”
“Well I can book you in on the 27th of April.”
“Oh, right... well, I won’t be here... got anything earlier?”
“No, sorry...”

“...Veccy, is that you?”
“Yeah. Oh, shit! Hi! How are you?”
“Fine – it’s time for a check up, though.”
“OK, well... let me see when I can pencil you in. Anna-Louisa finishes at 11:30 on Monday but I just asked her and she says she can see you at twelve.”
“Nice one, see you then.”

Ah, friends in high places. Working there killed me, but now I get all the PAP smears I want.

PosLife.