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Friday, March 8th, 2024 07:52 pmUp and moving at a decent hour so down the street I went for my blood draw. Swear that last November there was something about they only held faxed requests for six months. Appears they don't hold them at all because there's no record of me in the system. In the lab I've been going to for decades. Ah well. Call doctor, secretary says she'll fax the request again instanter. Reader, she did not. Waited ten minutes, nothing came through, waiting room is backed up with posted wait times of 40 minutes for the people who did have draw requests. Said I'd come back next week. Receptionist takes my number and says she'll call me when the fax comes in. Unlike my doctor's office they work till 5 on Fridays. Reader, she did not, so I assume the fax never arrived.
Went to the library to pick up a hold. Meant to ask the librarian if they could now print from emails, a service that was disrupted during the cyber attack, but there was only one librarian and he was shelving holds so I didn't get a chance. If they do, I can get my doctor to email the form to me and print it there and not have to trust the dodgy lab.
Saving grace was that I actually had two holds at the library so I am well-supplied with Flavia Albia's to get me through a rainy tomorrow and a snowy Sunday.
Then, in spite of resolutions to save money by eating at home, went to my old Japanese restaurant where they bring me my wine automatically, and had a bento. It's half the cost of same at the tony Korean place, so I allow me the indulgence. And I got something close to 6000 steps in from all the gadding about, so go me.
Otherwise my supermarket has started stocking frozen dumplings from Mother's Dumplings, famous Toronto restaurant as it says on the package. But only one kind, the pork and cabbage, and not the delicious pork and chive ones I got from Skip the Dishes earlier this week. My Skip credit got me mountains of food though as ever the chive pancakes were a disappointment. I should just stop ordering those because no one makes them the way I like. But my order arrived with blinding speed because, a first, my Dasher was on a bike. The food delivery guys all have fat wheeled electric bikes and congregate on Bloor these days-- well, everywhere, I suppose-- though Concerned Voices have been heard about them bringing the bikes on the transit. Because for sure these guys don't live downtown: almost certainly they come from Markham and Brampton and other northerly Here men say bee dragonnes outposts where, alas, all the best Asian restaurants are but that need a car to either get to or get around.
Went to the library to pick up a hold. Meant to ask the librarian if they could now print from emails, a service that was disrupted during the cyber attack, but there was only one librarian and he was shelving holds so I didn't get a chance. If they do, I can get my doctor to email the form to me and print it there and not have to trust the dodgy lab.
Saving grace was that I actually had two holds at the library so I am well-supplied with Flavia Albia's to get me through a rainy tomorrow and a snowy Sunday.
Then, in spite of resolutions to save money by eating at home, went to my old Japanese restaurant where they bring me my wine automatically, and had a bento. It's half the cost of same at the tony Korean place, so I allow me the indulgence. And I got something close to 6000 steps in from all the gadding about, so go me.
Otherwise my supermarket has started stocking frozen dumplings from Mother's Dumplings, famous Toronto restaurant as it says on the package. But only one kind, the pork and cabbage, and not the delicious pork and chive ones I got from Skip the Dishes earlier this week. My Skip credit got me mountains of food though as ever the chive pancakes were a disappointment. I should just stop ordering those because no one makes them the way I like. But my order arrived with blinding speed because, a first, my Dasher was on a bike. The food delivery guys all have fat wheeled electric bikes and congregate on Bloor these days-- well, everywhere, I suppose-- though Concerned Voices have been heard about them bringing the bikes on the transit. Because for sure these guys don't live downtown: almost certainly they come from Markham and Brampton and other northerly Here men say bee dragonnes outposts where, alas, all the best Asian restaurants are but that need a car to either get to or get around.
