Asking “How many emails did I miss?” is a bit like asking “How long is a piece of string?”. Nobody can really know.
Thanks to a brand new exciting health-scare I spent another night in the ER, where I witnessed many exciting things including the entire ER waiting room flooding. Several tests later (including my first ever x-ray!) at 6AM, I stumbled into a taxi, made a hasty hot chocolate and collapsed into bed. Totally wrecked that day.
Visited the one-and-only CG in Leighton Buzzard to catch-up on puns, grumble about AI and to hike around the hills.
Walking to Sinuhe for dinner on Sunday, I realised that - indeed - Charing Cross hospital is my nearest. I’ve been wrong the entire time I’ve lived in Putney, and maybe I would’ve been seen more quickly.
