To do any sort of organized sport or exercise program one needs a health certificate to show that you won't drop dead in the middle of a crunch. To get said certificate you can't go to just any old doctor. Oh noooooo! You must go to a qualified to hand out health certificate doctor. AND you have to have an electrocardiogram. To get that you have to get a referral from your regular doctor. So in order to continue with my exercise classes at school I have to go to my doctor, get a referral for an ECG, get a referral for a sports doctor, get the ECG at the hospital or clinic and take it to the sports doctor, which is three different appointments in different locations for a cost of about 45 euro. OR I can go to a cardiologist that we know of and get it all done with one appointment and 35 euro under the table. That's Italy. The certificate lasts a year so I should have done this every fall before starting classes but my past instructors never insisted on one. This new guys does. He's South African. He's tough. I'm in constant pain.
I took a whirlwind trip to London to see Grace's apartment last weekend. I flew out Friday evening and left London at the break of dawn. By flying those hours with a low cost airline I can go back and forth for the cost of a tank of gas for my car. Her apartment is cute, her roommates are lovely and we had a great Thai dinner. Of course it rained.
Now I'm off to bed to rest my aching glutes. xxoo me
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