Not surprising that our P M will re-Hash the Health Services in Australia
Monday March 1; had a scrub up and a shave went out to do the big shopping with er-indoors finally winding up at the urologist for examination of the waterworks. Dont those blokes ask some very intimidating personal questions?
It was decided that a certain procedure would be necessary, and after noticing my Vet Affairs card, the Doc assuming I possessed a Aussie gold card said he could do it on Thursday no dollar problems with the true blue gold card. However, telling him I was qualified in every form except not born and bred or a member of the German army who migrated here in the late forties became an Oz Cit and fought in Korea with the Strayer military. Simply a member of the 'Forgotten British Pacific Fleet' who defended Australia during WW2. The Doc was as unconcerned or ignorant of the facts as our past two encounters with that inept Fed Govt 'Clark Committee' mob in Canberra.
The Doc then decided that the accumulated fees of around a grand would cover the procedure even if I had insurance and it could be done on this Thursday(tomorrow)Or for $275 bucks it could be done in two to three months at a state hospital. Having been informed by my local Chinese witch doctor that the problem was not too sinister or life threatening I said three months will be ok.
Tuesday, one day later received info from St Vincents Hospital Sydney that they had a space I could use for my ruptured vein Vascular procedure(not the urologist thingy) and as a result I'll be getting done around nine AM tomorrow Thursday. It is now evident that I was wise not to have accepted the urologists offer for Thursday.
Of course on Monday , nearest and dearest has her colonscopy thingy, so it seems we will both be having a sore something or other to put up with for a while.
Get back to you later, Vest.
It was decided that a certain procedure would be necessary, and after noticing my Vet Affairs card, the Doc assuming I possessed a Aussie gold card said he could do it on Thursday no dollar problems with the true blue gold card. However, telling him I was qualified in every form except not born and bred or a member of the German army who migrated here in the late forties became an Oz Cit and fought in Korea with the Strayer military. Simply a member of the 'Forgotten British Pacific Fleet' who defended Australia during WW2. The Doc was as unconcerned or ignorant of the facts as our past two encounters with that inept Fed Govt 'Clark Committee' mob in Canberra.
The Doc then decided that the accumulated fees of around a grand would cover the procedure even if I had insurance and it could be done on this Thursday(tomorrow)Or for $275 bucks it could be done in two to three months at a state hospital. Having been informed by my local Chinese witch doctor that the problem was not too sinister or life threatening I said three months will be ok.
Tuesday, one day later received info from St Vincents Hospital Sydney that they had a space I could use for my ruptured vein Vascular procedure(not the urologist thingy) and as a result I'll be getting done around nine AM tomorrow Thursday. It is now evident that I was wise not to have accepted the urologists offer for Thursday.
Of course on Monday , nearest and dearest has her colonscopy thingy, so it seems we will both be having a sore something or other to put up with for a while.
Get back to you later, Vest.
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u need dem
Excerpts from my memoirs follow.
Two weeks later, after I joined HMS Ceylon. and went up to Korea, I
was put in charge of a twin four-inch gun mounting ‘(turret).’ Apart froma few bombardments, etc. and a visit to Sasebo, Japan, it was uneventful,
except for one ridiculous situation that only the Royal Navy could have conceived.
At twelve noon on 21 April 1952 flags were hoisted from fore to aft in dress overall. A signal from the masthead indicated “With the compliments of Her Majesty the Queen, on her twenty-sixth birthday.”
Eight bells were rung, and a six-inch gun turret fired a twenty-one-gun salute of 50 KILO, or 1 CWT, high explosive shells into a North Korean Port that had some minor military targets. In the afternoon, a more formal’
bombardment was carried out.
The other highlight’was that the six hundred plus crew all had
dysentery. We were at the mercy of the enemy, if only they had known it.
Sasebo Japan, used by the United Nations as a naval base, was not the best place to go ashore, as it was dank, and smoky. The American USO club was okay. What I did find interesting was the open-air theatrical performances. For this, you needed an English version of the story to guide you through the show.
For visiting naval ships, the availability of orgasmic interaction was abundant; however, the warnings given upon arrival that Carnal Catarrh was rife were usually ignored by the foolhardy.
It was like a teddy bears picnic when compared to the pacific campaign. particulaly 'Operation Iceberg'. Get it on Google.
if u r going to San Francisco
be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
Love to you both
Deb xxxxx
Has Chris got his nurses outfit washed and pressed?
After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."
The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..
"How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."
The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on
its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."
The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..
The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. £150!" she cried, "£150 just to tell me my duck is dead!"
The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been £20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now £150."
You know the drill .. if you're smiling, you must pass it on, give someone else a smile too! Share the laughter .....
and dog sniff
is mighty expensive in UK
come to India
our Indian dogs do not charge
Remember, "When the going gets tough, the tough gets going."
airlines food is not tasty
the reason being they sorta sterilize the food to kill all bacteria
stop using your scissors hon
Tomorrow I shall be taking Rosemary to the Hospital now I feel OK. Perhaps I shall use the rest of the day for some maintenance on my ear plugs ;)))). Bloke Joke.
is she preg?
i wud be suspicious of Wally
u recovered too soon he says