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How not to pass a Friday
Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 09:58 amI am up rather early for a Saturday morning, having collapsed onto my bed at about 7pm last night and woken up for a half hour around midnight before sleeping through again until 8.30 this morning.
I am sitting here with a pile of medication on one side and a can of coke on the other, being banned from drinking (or eating) anything hot (or spicy) for 5 days. I have a snotty nose that I am not allowed to blow, but at least I can breathe through it most of the time. Thursday night and most of yesterday was not a pleasant period for yours truly.
( Long, and some of it probably not for the squeamish )
Kudos to DT without whom I wouldn't have made it to the hospital, clutching as I was, various absorbent things in an attempt to prevent myself bleeding all over the taxi in the early hours of Friday morning, and for sitting around in A&E, providing moral support until it became clear they were not letting me out for the duration. I owe the lad a fair number of pints for moral support. And for cleaning the various sinks and bowls left around the Athenaeum Club in my haste to be gone.
I am off for another lie down.
I am sitting here with a pile of medication on one side and a can of coke on the other, being banned from drinking (or eating) anything hot (or spicy) for 5 days. I have a snotty nose that I am not allowed to blow, but at least I can breathe through it most of the time. Thursday night and most of yesterday was not a pleasant period for yours truly.
( Long, and some of it probably not for the squeamish )
Kudos to DT without whom I wouldn't have made it to the hospital, clutching as I was, various absorbent things in an attempt to prevent myself bleeding all over the taxi in the early hours of Friday morning, and for sitting around in A&E, providing moral support until it became clear they were not letting me out for the duration. I owe the lad a fair number of pints for moral support. And for cleaning the various sinks and bowls left around the Athenaeum Club in my haste to be gone.
I am off for another lie down.