Medicine

The bed wasn't a bastard fit. It was a ****ing ****ing ****ing bastard fit. I think some of my swearing was aimed at the tumour not the bed. It is now assembled and ready for my post op recuperation (with a bit of room for Shell and Peggy but not much).

Re  ****ing swearing did anyone else see the story about the guy on Countdown who, faced with the letters: DTCEIASHF, suggested Shitface (bizarrely omitting the D and so missing the 9 letter word). Shame on Channel 4 for editing it out. http://www.guardian.co.uk/tv-and-radio/2010/nov/04/student-slang-too-strong-for-countdown

No news yet. I continue to take my medicine. I do have a prescribed potion in case everyone thinks it's just cake.

I know, she looks like she's planning a saucy  evening with the first of several scotches,  but the clue is in the strap line. This particular laxative is made with Paraffin. I took care to stay in on Bonfire Night - I'm in enough trouble already.

Stevie kindly sent some alternative medicine;  Damson gin which should lubricate in a different way.

Well my phone still ain't ringing so I guess there's no news today. I will phone my keyworker in the morning and post tomorrow.