Medical

Yesterday morning I had my medical. It took no time at all, and I'm come away with the conclusion that being a private doctor who specialises in that is a license to print money. £170 for pretty much half an hour, of which barely 10 minutes was with the doctor, and half of which which filling in forms.

First was the blood & water tests with the nurse, an Aussie by the name of Simone who was from Melbourne but also possessed an accent like no other I'd ever heard in Australia. It was really drawly, and seemed to be some weird Aussie-Southern-State American hick combo. Apparently I was dehyrated, so I had to go away, drink copious amount of water and then come back an hour or two later and try again. I passed second time. To think after all the paperwork, deliberation and money spent, my urine could have proved my undoing...

However, I did some away a few centimetres taller than I thought I was (182cm) and a kilo or two lighter (80kg). All this time those IKEA scales in my bathroom have been telling me little white lies...

So pending the test results coming back ok, the only thing outstanding is the Police record check. Most exciting.