I am going for a heart scan tomorrow at an American hospital.
Just routine, apparently, but fingers crossed nevertheless.
I will be going armed with two of my usual.
The first is when they ask for insurance. I always say public option.
The second is when they ask why I am there. The reponse will be that my wife doesn't believe I have a heart.
If I get to go to a pharmacee after, I'll unwrap the presciption and ask for six ounces of medical marijuana.
This quality stuff is just lost on Americans...
Just like roundabouts...