‘When can I escape go home?’ I asked my consultant. In case anyone has forgotten, I’d been in Twelve Days before The Operation. ‘Oh, the next day, Wednesday. Just need to sort it with physio,’ he smiled happily. Nowt to do with him once he’d finished incising and screwing. I asked a fave nurse. ‘Maybe […]Read Post ›
We I interrupt the endless medical bulletins to talk about something that doesn’t involve drugs and broken bones. For any readers who don’t know, I live in a tiny flat, a kennel flat no less as it is only about big enough for Pippa, let alone me, Partner and Snowy. It is the bottom end […]Read Post ›
As you do, the night before the operation, I wrote a list of things to do for Partner in case I never made it off the operating table. In fact when I looked at the list of outstanding things to do, I figured not having to deal with them all was a small bonus. And […]Read Post ›
The adage about always wear a clean pair of knickers before you go out is well worth following. It was one my grandmother was fond of repeating, ‘in case you get run over’. I doubt my knickers would have been the first thing on my mind but who knows. Work or walk? I was happily […]Read Post ›
