Saturday morning,not a lot to report

Good morning journal,the time is now 8:18am,I've been up and around now since 7:15am,second mug of coffee of the day,what's to report I hear you ask?. Short answer?,not a lot!,my wheelchair has still not arrived,the blood I went to have taken on Thursday couldn't be taken,why?,because my appointment was in the afternoon which meant that my blood would have to lay overnight in the fridge before being transported to the hospital,why was this such a problem?,because one of the tests needed was for clotting,and spending the night in my doctors fridge would have rendered the sample useless for carrying out that particular test.So, I have to drag my butt down to the doctors office again this morning,have the necessary blood drawn before twelve noon which means that within half an hour of me being siphoned,my blood will be in the hospital path lab for the necessary tests.This extra visit to the nurse means more money of course as it's too far to walk so I will have to use public transport,the cost of this could have been put to a much better need for us,but,we have no choice,I have to have it done so I will,it just burns me as to why they gave me an afternoon appointment in the first place when they could have asked me to come in the morning and drawn my blood then,job done,does that make sense to anyone else but me?. I also received a telephone call from the pulmonary rehab team asking if my doctor had given me the okay to join the next class,I asked why my doctor needed to confirm that it was okay for me to do and they told me it was because I had a racing and fluctuating heartbeat when they put me through the stress test.Now,I can't remember them telling me they needed my doctor's okay when they tested me,I do remember my heartbeat was fast and irregular,but at no stage do I remember the guy telling me he needed my doctors confirmation that the classes would be okay to do.Anyway,the outcome of my conversation ended with me being enrolled in the next scheduled class sometime in October,oh well,better late than never I suppose.The downside of me having to go to the nurse this morning is that the nurse in question is sister Sharp,remember her journal?,the peroxide blonde assassin with the grim reaper smile?,of course you do!. That will be another multicolored arm when she's finished then,I am seriously thinking of hanging a clove or two of garlic around my neck before I enter her office,and perhaps carrying a small pocket mirror just to try and have a sneaky peek to see if her reflection shows up in the glass,too much you think?,you,fortunately,have not met the fearsome sister Sharp!.I am filled yet again with the utmost respect for her husband,whoever he may be,he is a brave man to have spent his married life,however long that may be,going home to a woman who has a smile like a benevolent vampire and wears perfume that seems to be combined of a heady mixture of formaldehyde and bodily decomposition,but then again,one man's fear is another man's passion I guess.So I wait here at my desk with a feeling of foreboding,rather akin I would surmise,to a condemned man waiting to be led to the gallows,but I shall be brave!,(perhaps along with the garlic and mirror,I should take a crucifix and a wooden stake,.....just to be on the safe side you know?). Anyway journal,enough of my incessant babbling!,time to get dressed and ready to meet my nemesis,I shall report back to you forthwith,so,until then,may the Good Lord walk with us today,.......I have a sinking feeling that we will need Him!!.