My first appointment, and potentially the most scary, was at our local pharmacy to get a flu jab.
|Not the actual pharmacy|
It turned out that the young chemist who gave me the injection, as well as being a very nice guy, had a special skill with a needle and I felt nothing.
Appointment no 1 done.
I made my way over to the Hutt to Specsavers. AA members get a free eye exam - I needed new glasses (again because of not being a spring chicken).
"Fuck!" I thought. I mean, the day had started so well with the painless flu jab.
He told me there was a test but it would have to be done at a later time because they were under staffed and the test took a little while. I remembered the fun of waiting for my colonoscopy and the bowel cancer result. At least this time the worst scenario was just going blind.
| I guess I wouldn't have to buy glasses again.|
Just sunglasses, but you can get them from the
Two Dollar Shop.
I was then passed onto the final person, a very friendly lady, to get my new specs organised and to set up an appointment for the Glaucoma test. It turned out that she was a double bass player, and a very good one. We did a lot of chatting about our musical experiences as she organised the construction of my glasses. She said that the Glaucoma testing room was actually free and that we could pop in and do the test now if I liked.
"Might as well know." I thought.
Waiting can be the worst part.
The test was all about peripheral vision. I had this little hand held button and, every time I saw a flashing light out of the corner of my eye, I had to push it. Each eye got a turn of about 5 to 8 minutes of doing this.
This was one video game I was keen to do well at.
To my surprise the lady continued the rather full on discussion about music.
I wanted to say, "Shut up and let me concentrate," but she was a very nice and helpful lady.
So I listened and discussed music and I did my best to concentrate on the, sometimes quite subtle, flashes.
She said they'd send me an email later in the day but my new friendship paid off.
She rang me shortly afterwards to say that all was good - no Glaucoma.
Appointment no 2 done.
Off to the bank.
|Not my actual branch|
I was advised that, with leasing a car and staying at hotels in Italy, it would be essential to have a credit card. I don't think the young man who I had an appointment with had been in his job long. On several occasions he asked advice from the tellers - it's a small branch and easy for staff to join in a chat. When he found out that I was a pensioner he seemed reluctant to give me a credit card.
I pointed out a few facts:
- The bank regularly sends me letters asking if I want one.
- I don't want to use it to borrow money, I only want it if the car leasers or hotels ask for one as security.
- I own a house (with my wife) and, at the moment, I'm actually earning better money than a lot of working people. I also have savings.
After a long discussion he ran my details through the computer and the computer said, "Give this guy a card."
Funny really, I've been with this bank for probably about 40 years (probably longer). They should know a bit about me by now.
Appointment no 3 done.
On this day I also had a rehearsal with a singer and did 3 hours of guitar practice.
I think I've nailed Cherokee at 300bpm. Still 6 days before I play it - that's about 18 more hours of practice.
|The actual guitar I'll be using.|