Rushed and rushed and rushed to get to my GP appointment to get blood taken - no mean feat when my iron levels being on the floor mean I get out of breath horrifically atm. Logged into screen. No appt. Fuck, too late. Begged receptionist, who looks puzzled and say “It’s tomorrow”
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Oh no! Better luck tomorrow and keep us posted
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