My beer is mocking me.

It knows I’m not meant to touch it at the moment.

Let’s just say my doctor’s visit wasn’t as straight forward as I was lead to believe.

Is it bad when they ask whether you have insurance?

The doctor didn’t even give me any tablets for my low iron levels. He reckons that’s something that can be dealt with through a diet of freshly-hunted water buffalo.

But the fact that my iron levels are low and that I hadn’t had a heavy menstrual flow, or pushed out a baby lately, was of concern.

He doesn’t think my diet is to blame. So, for a man, that points to things that could be potentially freaky. Or not.
So there will be further tests.

Oh, but it doesn’t stop there.

He then said my liver also wasn’t looking so hot.

Then, for good measure, he threw in that neither was my cholesterol.
My good cholesterol is not high enough. But it’s better than the last time it was checked. So maybe that’s genetic.

I’m sure doctors just blow these things out of proportion just to be bastards.

Now I know why my dad never goes to the doctor.

We’ll probably only ever find out whether there is something seriously wrong with him, following an autopsy.

I wonder whether the cause of my iron deficiencies has anything to do with that metal tab thingee from the soft drink can that I accidentally swallowed last year …?

Having unusual things happen is becoming usual for me.

I had Ramsay Hunt Syndrome this time last year. That’s rare in itself. Even more so in someone under 50.

Then back when I was 19, I went to the doctor because I was seriously fatigued.

She instead tried pretending to be a psychologist and suggested that I was simply stressed because my training course had finished and now I had to face the reality of finding a job.
Except I had a good job all lined up. I was enjoying the summer off.
I told her she was full of shit and could I have some blood tests, please.

She sheepishly rang back a few days later to say I had Glandular fever. And I had also had toxoplasmosis, just prior to getting that.

Nice.

I also suffer from the occasional bout of lycanthropy.

Dynamic blogging duo Golf Widow and Andy Martello have a regular audioblog going.

It’s called Podcrapular! and is funnier than George Bush’s presidential speeches, and why aren’t you all already clicking on the link to listen in to their latest offering?!

My only criticism is that they could probably do with a few more references to the D-Man to give the show a little more street cred.

Yeah.