During the long journey undertaken in my attempts to make today's hospital appointment I told every Tom, Dick and Harry that many years ago I had a really bad reaction to the dye used in this type of procedure.
Neither Tom, nor Dick, nor Harry passed on the information. I got as far as the cubicle and mentioned it again...well! Surprise, surprise.
I then had to wait til they "found" a doctor who could advise. Never can find a doctor in a hospital in my experience. Was I sure it wasn't just a panic attack? Imagine me panicking?
An hour later....perhaps they found my notes?.....and I was told I had had a very serious anywhatsit shock episode and they didn't want to risk it again. Would I like to come back another day? Shall we make it an AB outing and take a picnic? I did try to get them to go ahead with my two epi pens and some Piriton to hand but they weren't keen.
Still, Martin the radiologist and I have hit it off.....great sense of humour.
load - pre-rinse - soap - rinse - second rinse - dry - unload - Sibbo quality test for dregs/water stains - decision time.......Gawd help it if he breaks a wine glass.
Good telly on tonight with Uni Challenge and the Top Gear 50th year Bond cars programme - and it's lightly raining here. So fire on, red wine about to open, dinner.........
Open fire going here, spluttered a little bit as it isn't that cold and the (new) logs are a tad damp.....little bit of coal has lent its hot ash and we are away.
Red wine now at hand and Nigella cooking something I have never had, "faro".......as a quasi-risotto.
She's also just "dumped" crushed amaretto biscotti into a damson crumble - that I approve of!