I can only laugh today! Something happened first time ever.
I got some really good news yesterday, news that will finally, slowly but surely, resolve my real life issues (except health issues!). I had saved two bottles of quite nice single malts, just to celebrate this occasion. Unfortunately, not my favourite Laphroaig, but "top 10" labels Talisker and Oban.
Talisker was emptied about 7 AM today. Opened Oban, wrote some emails, and after 9 AM, thought I'd need to sleep a few hours before my appointment in University hospital's neurological clinic. At that point, today Tuesday 9 AM, I had been sitting in front of display since Monday morning 7 AM.
Couldn't sleep, took a few more shots for breakfast, watched a couple of old
Taskmaster episodes, and left to my appointment. The nurse who always checks me in looked at me, asked if I remember that I should always come sober. I had not answered yet, when she said "I think it's best you go home. We''ll meet again on Friday".
Long story short: No therapy today, I am back home, relatively drunk, planning to watch a couple more episodes of Taskmaster and drink lunch, then to bed to sleep a bit.
DISCLAIMER
Yes, I know drinking is not OK. My point wasn't to endorse excess consumption of alcohol. I just wanted to tell why I was, first time ever, sent home without planned therapy.
Kari