Ahead of plan
I booked the WTB in for its 12,000 mile service yesterday.
“Ah yes. The two year service.”
“No, no. It’s the twelve thousand mile service. The car’s only ten months old.”
“Yes, but the 12,000 mile is the two year service.”
It appears my usage is slightly ahead of the manufacturer’s expectations.
It was my turn for a service today with a return to see Dr Quack. Things didn’t start well when my name appeared on the snazzy LED display almost as soon as I’d announced my presence – a full 20 minutes before my appointment. I toddled in and joked that this was the first time I’d ever been called in early for a doctor’s appointment.
“Yes, but you’re the first appointment of the day.”
“True, but I’ve had this appointment before and wasn’t called in until ten past nine.”
His poor face – he looked so deflated.
Enough of the bonhomie, though. It was time to check how close I was to exploding. He wrapped one of those sleeve things around my arm, slipped in his stethoscope and started to pump the doohickey. I watched the gauge.
40 … 50 … 60 … 70 … 80 … this is easy … 90 … 100 … 110 … uh-oh … 120 … it should be feeling tight by now … 130 … 140 … this is not good … 150 …
“That’s not good“. Dr Quack agreed as he typed in 154 over something.
“Hmmm.” he said. “That doesn’t seem right.”
“Well no, I can see it’s quite high. Isn’t it mean to be about 90 over something?”
“Yes it is, but that’s not what I meant. This is even higher than last week’s readings.”
“Ah.”
He decided that he wasn’t happy with the result of the test and that we should try again in a few minutes with a different sleeve thing. Now that I come to type this, I can’t help feeling that I missed an opportunity for a double entendre. It’s probably just as well.
We tried again a few minutes later.
40 … 50 … 60 … 70 … 80 … that’s feeling tighter … 90 … 100 … 110 … yes, definitely getting tight … 120 … bloody Ow …
So, 128 over 80. Not good but a damned sight better than last week.
As for the headaches he was less concerned now that the ol’ BP was back to normal(ish).
“As long as you’re feeling well in between the headaches it’s not something to worry about.”
“Errr …”
“But I can give you something to help if you feel another migraine coming on.”
He did so.
It seems I’m allowed to have six migraines.