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The wheels of the bus go ’round and ’round…

I never had to ride buses much growing up, so I don’t share an anti-bus prejudice. Riding in the top is actually kind of fun.

If I hadn’t had to get up before dawn and crack the ice on the chickens’ water, anyway.

Anyway. Made it there and back and had my chest x-ray which, all credit to the NHS, was very low-key and painless. Thanks for all the lung advice. I haven’t had good lung capacity since a bout of pneumonia some years ago. That’s when I learned that lung capacity and stamina are the same thing!

Let us hope I won’t have to repeat that journey any time soon.


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: December 5, 2019, 12:41 am

The long and winding bus route that leads to Weasel’s door
Will never disappear. She’s ridden that bus before; it always leads her back here even if she’s cold and wet to the core.

The wild and nightly wind that the rain blew into spray
Has left her short of breath gasping night and day
We’d drive you to the doctor dear, just let us know the way
Many times I’ve read this blog and many times I’ve cried
Well, no, but oft I DID really roll my eyes and sigh.
But still chicken stories lead me back to this blog and we want to hear some more.
You started coughing too long ago
Don’t leave us worried dear, go to the doctor once more.

Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: December 5, 2019, 2:11 am

SomeVeg the Rhymer is back! Sing alleluia!
And. . .hoping for encouraging results, Sweas!

Comment from Leonard Jones
Time: December 5, 2019, 12:47 pm

I found it!


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: December 5, 2019, 2:35 pm

Roll up for the NHS tour!
Roll up!

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