A quiet time...

Nothing much to report lately, I have had my mother staying with me so we have been taking things easy. Lots of home-cooked meals by yours truly, lots of slow walks around the neighbourhood, and endless cups of tea (not that I am complaining – I like tea).

We head back to England on Tuesday, where I will stay for a week or so - time for a visit with friends and family, a quick business trip to Aberdeen and then back to California in time for the election.

Whose blood is this anyway?

So as part of my annual physical I had my blood tested the other day. I am waiting for them to come and stick me, when a lady approaches the nurse and asks why they haven’t taken her blood yet. They search around for her paperwork which turns out to be back in the lab attached to a sample of blood (someone else’s not hers). So that is perhaps some cause for concern, but they decide that at least they can take her blood now, which they do. Unfortunately, there is cause for more concern because the nurse now has two samples of blood both with her name on them and the patient, at least, is not sure which is which. So they carefully dispose of the two samples blood before taking yet another sample from her. Oh the confusion - and someone else has just had a sample drawn and the results are never going to arrive.

To add to the drama, a young girl next to me faints after watching blood drawn from her mother.