To Bangkok yesterday for my six monthly appointment with the doctor who is keeping my thyroid from exploding and taking over my body. Have been seeing him for more years than I remember (eight?) and the ritual is always the same. Go to the hospital and get a blood test. Come back several hours later and see the doctor who peruses the results and tells me to keep on taking the pills. He has already told me I will probably have to take the pills until I die or until the next ice age arrives, whichever comes sooner; so these visits are merely a formality and a chance to give him some money and stock up on more pills.
This means a day in Bangkok which is tiring, and I arrive home suitably exhausted and in no mood to write anything; so I have a gin and tonic instead, safe in the knowledge you are still wondering what the Jenny post was all about (it amused me, justification enough).
Today, as has been the pattern for the last week, it rained. In fact it rained buckets for some time, and when I went out to attempt lunch, second road was still awash some three hours after the rain had stopped.
Tried to turn into Central but the sandbag barricades were up, to avoid flooding of their badly designed basement car park.
Eventually made my way to the other entrance and celebrated with some Japanese junk food from Mos Burger. Their ginger pork rice burger is rather fine; although after I had eaten it I thought I might see it again, so nauseating was the abysmal crooning crap background music.
Looks like more rain is on the way and I am now thoroughly sick of this weather. We need north east winds, cool weather and clear skies. Please wake me when it arrives.
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2009-10-19| todd sayswonder how flooded that carpark ended up.
2009-10-19| Spike saysThe fifth floor was quite dry.
2009-10-25| Jock saysLooking forward to ‘Songkran’ then … not! Water quality there is bad enough without getting it thrown in your face …. many a visit to the hospital to follow thereafter to treat the inevitable ‘red-eye’. Hangovers in Aberdeen were far more bearable. except for the boss !!
2009-10-25| Billy saysJock … your boss if I remember was the rather wet English guy who ended up marrying a dusky Nigerian maiden in the mid (?) nineties … whatever happened to him??
2009-10-26| Spike saysHis first boss was me, and indeed I got a little tired of him rolling up late in a condition that was on the borderline between still pissed and extreme hangover. He still hasn’t forgiven me for the staff report I gave him.
It was Mr. Cotgreave who married the very nice Nigerian lady who sadly dumped him the moment she got her English passport. I expect he is living in a hostel now.