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11:30am on Thursday, 13th October, 2005:
I visited the surgery today to see about my bad shoulder. The anti-inflammatory pills I was given didn't work (I knew they wouldn't), so I was basically just there so the doctor could refer me to a physiotherapist.
My appointment was at 9:30. I always go for early appointments, because then there's a smaller chance that the doctor will be running outrageously late. Naturally, somehow between 9:00 and 9:30 a patient managed to exhibit symptoms complicated enough that I didn't actually get in until 10:15, but at least it gave me a chance to read a January 2003 edition of Focus in the waiting room. Two minutes later I was out, having been referred to a physiotherapist.
After visiting the surgery, I went to get my hair cut. Normally, I make an appointment to get my hair cut, but never do I seem to need it. Today, I therefore went along without an appointment, just to see what would happen.
What happened was that the only other person up the alleyway where my barber's shop is (an old, slow-moving but wide old man), reached the barber's seconds before me, saw there was an empty chair, and went in to get his hair cut. If he hadn't been so wide I could have got past him, but he'd obviously been placed there as an obstacle by the practical jokers who manage my existence. I had to wait until the other barber finished up his customer (another old man, whose hair was so close to falling out of its own accord that it seemed pointless cutting it).
And the barber found a sequin in my hair.
Referenced by Shoulder Update.
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