Day Effing 3

Not that I'm fed up or anything.

First up was the new lad who got to share our room. That's 3 of us in a room smaller than my office at home.

They serenaded me with snores for most of the night. Then I realised that they were taking it in turns, it must have been a complex snore melody. Probably written by Wagner. I was quite tired when I named them "der Schnarchchor".

I was quite surprised when they both complained that neither of them slept a wink last night...

Funny as I remember watching them waking up to have their blood pressure taken.

I went out for a walk before my first assessment of the day. I love getting out and away from here.

I knew I had to go back for more blood tests. But I was told they  only needed to monitor my blood pressure after lunch, after dinner & after breakfast tomorrow, and then I could go home.

I have no interest in a second performance of Sing Me The Song Of Your Sleeping people, and given that I know they are really pressed for beds, I offered to go home, and come back for the tests.

They turned me down. I may have convinced them that my PTSD is real and I am not in withdrawal from any drugs. But as soon as I got home, I would obviously change back into a young Keith Richards.

Which I won't do tomorrow after breakfast, because " Shut up".