A morning visit to the doctor became a bit of a saga. Not open at 8:30 when I arrived, by the time nine o’clock came about, five people were waiting, all pushed past me to be the first to the desk. One of the doctors called up sick, so we all had to wait for the other, and I hadn’t been before so there was a mighty filling out of forms before I could get near him. Extra excitement because my Medicare card expired about 18 months ago. When I did get to see him it felt like it was: “What can I do for you, you need surgery, I’ll book you in to a specialist at St Vincents, here’s a certificate for two days off, goodbye, next.
Checked my mail for work and did what I could while typing with one hand in a sling. Mused some more on the idea of building a dual-CPU Athlon PC. It seems expensive, and I’ve got nowhere to put it!
