Oh water day, in a medical way . . .

At eight o’clock to vampires, four phials of blood to draw,
At ten to the urologist, so he could give the score,
Twelve forty, radio therapy then me receiving saw,
From there to pharmacy with script: a wait inside the door;
Then was the turn of water-watching, squad for both for sure,
And lastly, swimming school for J, her technique to make pure;
In chilly weather quite some hardships for me to endure
But bolstered up by knowledge that what does not kill, should cure;
This is an indication of what this whole week will bring,
So at the end of it no-one posts will be following!

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