If I didn’t break my streak (read: fixation) of two-word diary titles this entry, I know I would lock myself into the pattern all through the year. You bet I’d have titled this log as “My Blood” or some shit.
Today I took the train to another town to get my blood drawn for my endocrinologist. I saw the same phlebotomist I did last time, and it’s been exactly one month to this day. I had to get my blood taken again so soon since my sex hormones were off looking at the last results. It’s a real pain. I don’t mind the outing, I’m happy with the care from the medical specialist I saw, but it’s costly. I can only wait and see if the results this time around are more inline with what I (and my endocrinologist) expect to see.
I also made it to the medical centre in my new town. With a new passport, I had enough ID to join. I’d like to meet my GP I’ll be appointed, but I know that’s up to me to arrange. I will say that it’s annoying to hear that there’s yet another service I should download as an app for on my smart phone. Right now, I really want to cut back on using such things… Anyway, emergency numbers are good enough for me.