All your life is Channel 13, Sesame Street, What does it mean?

No proper post today.

I spent the best part of the morning in the hospital waiting after my GP sent me for blood tests. (As I know next to nothing about blood, I would say I failed them all).

I arrived at 10am, greeted by a sign informing me that GP Blood tests do not begin until 11:30am.
After a quick coffee and a read of the paper, I made my way back for 11am thinking I would get the jump on other testees (Don't!) and find myself at the top of the queue. No such luck - 59 people ahead of me. There is clearly a GP somewhere in South Dublin issuing orders for blood tests like they were diplomas from Dundalk IT.

In all, 6 vials of blood were extracted. I'm not sure how much I have left or if the guy who took it might have been the count from Sesame Street in disguise.

Feeling woosey now. Losing... strength. Must... publish... post.