This morning I woke up to find rigor mortis had set in and moving was generally quite unpleasant, once I was in the shower however, I discovered I'm now sporting quite a nice beginning of a belt bruise. It kind of makes me look rugged in the Miss Universe sort of way. From there I took the opportunity to clean the post area as the other tennants haven't bothered keeping it tidy and I found a few dated letters as well (woo!).
I also took the opportunity to get a GP, which is something I tend not to bother visiting pretty much ever. My new surgery is in a Boots store in the Mall Galleries (seriously) and as a welcome gift I was upsold a chlamydia test (as it's the new thing the NHS seem to be focusing on), got my arm crushed by a machine trying to determine my blood pressure which she had to do three times and insists I should do it again in a month as it seems "a touch high, but it could be a one off" and they're going to run my wee for the various diabities tests too.
I'll know of my various results at sometime in the next 10 days and I can then completely forget that I have a GP for another 5 years.
Ironically, tonight I'm looking forward to watching the new season of Ice Road Truckers.