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Well, I hadn’t been quite prepared for what might happen, when the anaesthetic might wear off, or what might happen when then bruising rose, or even when the swelling began… In all, a daycase which is what I had been, gets their op then they recover at home and seriously, I was not prepared for the things that followed on, while I am recovering. Not at all. Yet, the whole recovery process itself has left me wondering why some people get work done to their faces like mine, but for vanity. To me, it suggests that to endure such as this, for cosmetic reasons, one must be very vain indeed! Anyway… Come Monday I was sitting at the computer doubled over, still wondering why Dad has to do the housework on a Monday; and in my case; prior to a blood taking appointment. I’d wanted to go for a walk to The Mere, but I’ve felt bad [in the lower gut] all night and in the morning;

probably due to either writing this, or the appointment itself. Pass. With me right now, it could be anything. Anyway… I’ve got the time and date of my next medical; in this instance, regarding the Diverticulosis, which spellcheck says I’ve spelt wrongly, again. [Then again, it says I spelled spellcheck wrongly an all, stupid thing.]

Well, I still haven’t seen the consultant they promised and, I’m still having difficulty in adapting to this darn [being polite there] wound in my gut. Furthermore, between constipation, diarrhoea and a ‘few’ accident, bowel movement aren’t the best of fun.

And, that’s most mornings. Needless to say, I could be rather graphic about the early morning incidents, but suffice to say, Dad has now got me accessing a bucket, when it starts to get real bad. Yes, this is a wound, but the spasms seem to be stress related, cough related and, related to backache, when I can’t or, don’t want to straighten.

That said, I did get my act together and got some writing done, which pleased me. And Tuesday I did get to walk to the Mere, albeit a tad slower than usual. And, while I was there, just sitting on the wall, a grey minivan drove passed with the left rear window open and, someone inside had thought it funny, to throw a coke can and crisp bag out of said window and into the Mere, as it drove passed. I went quietly apeshit for a moment or three, but did call out what I thought of them. When I got home, in time to make tea… the phone rang: Vicky’s younger bother, Andy. “Simon’s dead,” he’d told me. Simon is, or was his brother and, was just a year younger than me. And, as I whiled away Wednesday evening, that thought had been prominent. Come Friday I woke thinking I had a broken rib, on my lower left side. Thinking it could very possibly be a kidney complaint, I’d begun drinking more water – as I’ve suggested to others, in the past, when I was doing care work. Then after getting my housework done with Dad I began to slow down “goodstyle”: ‘coz believe it or not, I'd felt like a heated hamster. [my cheeks were hot, very hot.] On Friday I heard from the Liverpool Royal, with news of the consultation I’ve been waiting on all these months – and, I’d got some writing done! But irritatingly enough, my gums dash teeth gave me irritation over the weekend and the mould made for me by the dentist is helpful in keeping my teeth, ‘in order’… although, it was only intended to stop me biting at night, originally.

I was told I might need antibiotics, seems it is now, after knotted nylon thread emerged on the Sunday, so I had needed them... Thankfully, I’d an appointment with my doctor on the Tuesday, which I’d got to after a very bad night. As it transpires, she wasn’t pleased with my weight loss, so it’s off for more blood tests and, she put me on an anti-spasmodic, telling me that’s what I’ll probably be put on anyway, after my visit to the consultant… Oh, I had got the antibiotics I’d needed. And my personal buzz had been when Karl called down in the evening on the Wednesday evening, on the way to get petrol with his lady, for their trip to Blackpool. He’d called with ‘Training Day,’ a film I wanted to see with a friend and, for my red camera, two rechargeable batteries powerful enough for it. I figure it was damn kind of him to do as he did for me… Anyway… Among the many films I’ve seen of late, one was ‘Turbo Kid’. It had been really fun; a bloody remake of an eighties wasteland flic; with Michael Ironside in the sort of role he made his... see spacehunter etc.

I’ve needed the distraction, of late… I’ve had cause. But, I now know when I’ll be having my tribunal; and have my day ‘in court’ to fight ‘the man’. And, I’m looking forward to that with trepidation and, pleasure…