Liver ultrasound
The team remains concerned about my liver and has requested an ultrasound. Up at 10:00 a.m. for an anticoagulant injection, blood test for the liver, and Pneumovax, something I get every two months to help my lungs. Three injections on an empty stomach, even with practice, it'll never be a pleasant way to start the day.
Thanks to Hassan (or JP, I can't remember), I got there early. I sinjce have forgotten where the exam room was, but I knew then and got there ahead of time, which ended up being pointless.
As usual, the ultrasound scans are pretty straightforward: a quick squirt of gel to help the probe slide, scan, re-scan, re-re-scan, done, wait, and... bingo! Gallstones! What? Another new thing? Well, basically, it's not too bad as long as it doesn't get bad. It's a bit like Darmanin (former french minister), nice to nice people, mean to mean people.
I leave, as everything happened quite quickly, the taxi has a 20-minute wait, not enough time to go and see M at the other end of the hospital, but just enough time to drink a Van Houten. It's pretty cool until a woman starts yelling on a video call on the cafeteria terrace, telling her granddaughter to report her parents for smoking while they're sick, with the rest of the family around her. I don't really get it, but she should leave them alone, and us too! If someone did that to me, I'd smoke four times as much... (just kidding, I don't smoke) 😉 )
Why do we always have an opinion about other people's lives (and opinions)? Is it useful? Should we express it? When? Definitely not on a video call on a terrace... it ruins the chocolate.
