I hate to feel like an idiot but I do it so well. Drove to work this morning, which is a whole hours drive, and realised I hadn’t got my pass card as I came up to security.
No pass card, no enterance. I work in a pretty secure environment. So I took the oppertunity to go and find the private hospital I’ll be visiting on Monday for a full health screening.
After a few wrong turns and map consultation, during rush hour traffic, not good, I find the place.
I’m still not sure what all the tests involve but I’ve spoken to someone who had them last year and his summery was;
“Yes, I spent two hours in a paper t-shirt while various people poked me.”
I look at him, “Paper t-shirt? What, and that’s all?”
“Oh yes,” He smiles in a way that worries me a little, “that was all.”
“So they, er, where were they poking you?” I asked with trepidation. The swines smile widens as he walks off.
“You’ll see.”
