Granny and fertility

Hello All.

I am writing this at work again.
This time I shall remember to mail the post home before I leave.
My mate left the air conditioner on all night so it is blissfully cool.
If we are still here next summer I think we shall have to invest in a small air conditioner.
I might have a job persuading Mex.
Last night was so hot I lay on the bed in my birthday suit (which needs ironing).
I think he enjoyed the spectacle.

I went for a bone density test yesterday.
The place was at the hospital where I took my Stepdad.
It is a huge place.
And my appointment letter didn’t say where in the complex it was situated.
I arrived five minutes early and asked a security person where to go.
She pointed at a nearby lift and said “second floor”.
I got out on the second floor and found myself in the maternity section!!!

I went back down and asked the same person again(I should have known better)
This time she told me to go to the other side of the hospital and take the lift to the second floor.
This time I found myself on a floor that seemed to be all Orthopedic guys.
So I went into the nearest office and asked if the receptionist if she knew where I had to go.
By now I was ten minutes late.
I hate being late.
While she was trying to phone them my cell went and the bone density people wanted to know where I was.
I said if you tell me where YOU are I’ll tell you where I am.
She said take the lift back down to the ground floor and turn left.
I did and the first sign I saw was Fertility clinic.
And I thought WTF?
The bone density place was in the same place.

I had to fill in a whole heap of forms and I felt like such an idiot.
There were so many  questions I couldn’t answer.
How tall are you…in cms…feet and inches I know…centimeters I haven’t a clue.
When did you have your last bone density test?
Three years ago, four year ago….maybe it was five…time flies when you are having fun.
Where did you have it done…Cape Town…can’t remember where…it is a big place.
When did you come off hormone replacement pills.
You have to be kidding me..haven’t got a cooking clue.
And so it went on.
I think all I could answer was my name and birthday.