howie’s halfpipe

What a good boy I am. I caved under peer pressure and went to the doctor. Well I didn’t really cave under peer pressure even though there was quite a lot of pressure. I had to go to a doctor anyway so I could get some new asthma puffers. But lets just say that I caved under the pressure and went to the doctor because 47.000 women in my life forced me to.

So yes I went to the doctor and tol him about my asthma and he gave me prescriptions for new puffers. Then I told him about my stomach and its “hmm I think I might vomit now”. And I told him about soreness from car accident.

Quite a bag full. He is sending me off to get an ultrasound of my abdomen, which I’m having on Wednesday morning at 8:45am. Stupid ultrasound you cant drink fizzy drinks for 24 hours before the ultrasound. Dogs! How am I supposed to live what they expect me to drink water.

And the car crash stuff he said I might need to get physio, depends how it goes over the next few days. And the fun thing about physio and stuff is that the other car drivers insurance pays for my medical needs.

And that my friends is that.