So I'm sat in the allergist office being tested to see if I flare up with a new anti-inflammatory drug.
All very prim and proper. Well. No. The test is literally me taking a pill and sitting on my arse for an hour while the lady with the animal print pj's checks in every 20 mins
The 2nd hour? 3 pills instead of 1 pill.
The allergist himself is speccing out a joinery project. He knows shit about countersinking and heavy gauge. Guess he didn't study that at medical school.
Update. The doc just popped in to ask about my MacBook. Science at work.