Roast Chicken Flavour Crisps

Yes, we're in the business of random post titles here today, but actually it's very significant. A packet of roast chicken flavour crips (potato chips to any of my US bloggy-pals) was just about the best thing about my day. I don't mean to offend any vegetarians with this, and actually it shouldn't as the crisps were vegetarian. Although admittedly it's scary to think how many additives they used to make chicken flavour without even going near a chicken, but anyway, that's not the point...
I was stuck at the hospital for 8 hours. The staff were really kind (although my doctor was soooo young I thought she was Doogie Howserette), but I did spend most of that time just waiting around for stuff to happen, which meant I got to observe a lot of what is wrong with the National Health Service in this country. (I want to post about this, but I need to calm down and get my thoughts and ideas together first.)

As far as my own personal health dramas are concerned, we established that today the blood didn't want to come out (until its very last chance). I'm sitting here with cotton wool pads taped all over my body, looking a bit like a pin cushion. Fortunately it was worth it, all the blood tests were negative (although heaven knows what they were testing for!). The ultrasound scan and the ECG thing were also all clear. It was all a bit scary though, as I thought it would be over when they ruled out a clot in my leg, but then they freaked (because I have rib pain) that it had moved to my lungs (apparently more dangerous) so loads more tests and tons more waiting ensued. Thankfully it was fine, so whatever I have wrong with me I at least know my heart and blood is good. So it's back to the drawing board on the diagnosis...

But where did the roast chicken flavour crisps come into it? I had some cereal at 7.30am but couldn't get anything to eat in the hospital as I wasn't allowed to leave the ward, and they didn't offer me anything there (more cutbacks Mr Blair?). By 5pm, when I was still waiting for bloods, I was starving and this girl came into the waiting room eating...yes, you've guessed it...roast chicken flavour crisps. Normally I wouldn't even think about eating them, but my hunger pangs were so bad that the smell practically had me drooling over the room. So much so that as soon as they released me I went straight to the local store to buy some. Ahhhh....bliss. ;)
So yeah, roast chicken crips and pizza whilst watching The Daily Show with Jon Stewart make me a content cupcake for now...Tomorrow it's back to the osteopath and next week the gynaecologist (I'll spare the details on that one), so it's all fun, fun, fun here...