Hello.
It's Monday (you probably knew that) and it's sunny (you probably knew that also).
9am here and I've just got myself fed, washed, dressed, medicated.
Feeling pretty much ok still. Blood pressure, temperature and pulse have all been normal.
My bottom has fully converted into a toxic waste pipe, which isn't pleasant. What's more unpleasant is that they need you to save it so they can measure what you're loosing and test it for bugs - sorry, you're not eating your cornflakes are you?
Today is one week since admission, so a bit of a milestone I guess. It went relatively quickly, though a lot happened in those first days. Now there's just a lot of sitting around. Making sure I somehow fill my time is going to be key to escaping here with some sanity.
I Wii'd with Corri for a bit yesterday. Beach Sports. She resoundly beat me at boules and volleyball. No quarter given, despite my delicate condition - heartless minx. Can't say I've been converted to the whole Wii thing. My characters seemed to be operating regardless of my actions, leaping into the air dramatically and slamming great shots when all I was doing was pressing the button everytime the ball came near me. What I did with the hand wand thing didn't seem to matter. Probably why I lost.
My consultant's been away on holiday (tut!) but I believe is back today. Hopefully get to see him.
About to have my room cleaned by the sounds of it.
Later ...
Hi Joe
ReplyDeleteJust back from the even colder north eastern shores of East Sutherland after a wee dose of restorative windswept golf, and now rather peeved to see the cloudless blue sky and Culter's marvellous golf course taunting me out the study window as I try to resume that thing I do for a living.
However, on the up side, all the exotic wee blubs I planted last autumn had started flowering in the garden, despite me forgetting completely that I had put them in the ground in the first place (a cheery wee welcome home) - AND - my first tattie plants - planeted in bags at the back door - have sprouted big time!!! Well.... you did say you wanted to know what we'd all been up to - I know, I know - sad but true. :-) :-)
And just for the record - I thought about doing the tatties in bags thing last year, way before the credit crunch, when I read a book written by a women who had taken to gardening and an allotment as her means of dealing with her husband's cancer. It's very therapuetic I've discovered - and if I get tatties and other veg out of it too - - BONUS!!
Take care Joe. Talk later.
Flora
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I may have brutally beaten you at Wii but it is cruel revenge to have me doing bacon roll runs (not No.7s) mid morning.
ReplyDeleteFlora - as for tatties in bags, get rid of the lawn and bulbs and get some real gardening going!
Ahh, day +3, fond memories... especially the melphalan arse effect. Make sure you get some Anusol or similar cream fae the docs, it helps during the advanced stages of ring-sting (which actually brought tears to my eyes). Your poo's will soon take on a unique form of texture (the Bristol scale does not have it), colour (a bit like baby poo) and smell (a cross between an advanced chemical weapon and a blocked sewer), that come on with such urgency you'll wonder why they didn't build the toilet nearer the bed LOL!!! Have fun...
ReplyDeleteHey Jo,
ReplyDeleteHaving been out of contact in rural Ghana for a week I thought I would get an update from your blog and you seem to have written a thesis of activity! I don't think you have time to be bored, although maybe getting up close and personal with such bodily functions etc might not be your first choice of entertainment I suppose.
Oh, my weekend, as you asked, was spend working in a hotel in Accra on Saturday, on a plane Saturday night and sleeping on Sunday. So reading your blog was the highlight of my weekend! Still, got a week of holiday in South Africa coming up so hopefully I'll have something more interesting to say next time.
Love to you all,
Suze
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hi big bro sorry to hear your bums a wee bit raw you always said you had a hot ass i don't imagine anyone offering to kiss it better.
ReplyDeleteI'm sitting here like Aunty Mary glued to watching the snooker at least it's in colour.Will have a wee glass of wine for you later bottoms up luv your wee blisterxxx