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Mr Torture
Jun. 27th, 2006 08:50 pmLike I completely forgot to mention previously, I had a medical appointment in London yesterday as part of the process for being allowed a visa - I assume that they have to check that I am indeed human. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wilddon121 had gleefully hinted at how painful and perverse the whole thing was going to be earlier, but nothing remotely torturous was done at all - it was just a check of eyes, stomach, lungs, and skin on my hands. It was all a bit of an anti-climax, in fact.
The most difficult bit (apart from trying to complete the Sudoku puzzle in the waiting room) was getting my chest X-rayed, because I'd never had that done before and I found it very difficult to stand correctly with every inch of my front against a cold plate. The only real worry came when my stomach was being prodded and the examiner made a confused face as if he had found it was in the shape of a balloon giraffe, but he told me that I was perfectly healthy at the end of it.
And I stayed with Whitney's aunt while I was there - I did ask about hotel rooms when I was in Victoria Station, but when I told the woman that my budget was £50 a night and under, she told me to go away and stop wasting her time. Great people in London.
Now I'm back and just have to send more mountains of forms to the embassy, but the lists of things to send that they've given me bears very little resemblance to the forms that our immigration lawyer has told me to give to them.
The flat seems a bit empty without Whitney.
wilddon121 had gleefully hinted at how painful and perverse the whole thing was going to be earlier, but nothing remotely torturous was done at all - it was just a check of eyes, stomach, lungs, and skin on my hands. It was all a bit of an anti-climax, in fact.The most difficult bit (apart from trying to complete the Sudoku puzzle in the waiting room) was getting my chest X-rayed, because I'd never had that done before and I found it very difficult to stand correctly with every inch of my front against a cold plate. The only real worry came when my stomach was being prodded and the examiner made a confused face as if he had found it was in the shape of a balloon giraffe, but he told me that I was perfectly healthy at the end of it.
And I stayed with Whitney's aunt while I was there - I did ask about hotel rooms when I was in Victoria Station, but when I told the woman that my budget was £50 a night and under, she told me to go away and stop wasting her time. Great people in London.
Now I'm back and just have to send more mountains of forms to the embassy, but the lists of things to send that they've given me bears very little resemblance to the forms that our immigration lawyer has told me to give to them.
The flat seems a bit empty without Whitney.
