Icicles Against The Night

Not that the icicles are protesting against the night, rather that they are just photographed with the night as a background. No anti-nightist icicles here as far as I know.

I had an appointment with my Lung Doctor today. And it went quite well. My lung function continues to improve and he thinks that walking home every day is a really good idea. We were just about to go home when G asked about what I was allergic too. The doctor didn't know and he asked me if I'd ever been tested. And I said no.

And here things can be quite funny if you choose to view them that way.

I was told that I needed a "Prick Test".

That's not a test to see if I'm a prick (and thanks, I don't need your valuable opinion on that either). It was a series of substances that were dabbed on my arm and then pricked with a needle to see what I'm allergic to.

In ascending order I'm a a.) bit allergic to dogs b.) quite allergic to grasses and c.) REALLY allergic to dust.

After work, I headed down to my doctor's to get the piece of paper that I need to give the Lung Doctor (something that only takes me an extra 30 minutes to walk to). As usual, there was the palaver over where the Überweisung was and who was going to sign it. I was heartily fed up of doing other things just because of bureaucracy by now.

And then I tried to go pick up my new prescription. Usually a very simple thing to do. You know; walk into the chemist, hand him the prescription, walk out with your new inhaler. Simple.

But not for me. Oh no. I must have the most specialised medical requirement in the history of asthma. I went into about 10 Apotheke and not one of them had what was on my prescription. I get heartily sick of going to do something "easy" and it never, ever is. Please see earlier episodes involving Language Schools & Key cutting for the most recent examples.