Dragonfly*

“How was it darling?” I text Seb at 2.34pm.  The exam started at midday so must be finished by now, I think. “Not too bad, not sure really,” he replies.  “Should pass.  How are you my lovely?” “Am OK,” I say. The phone rings.  It’s Seb. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” he […]

Breaking Bad*

Painventory: 1.  Itching all over chest, due to becoming allergic to one dressing after another. Ripped off this plastic one late on Friday night:    Nurse came to help me cover the steristrips with micropore:    Last night, became allergic to the micropore too.  A nurse helped me remove some of it, and replace it […]

Allergic To Death*

“So, that’s an eclectic collection of tablets that you’re taking,” the allergy doctor says, in a slow, kind voice.  We’re sitting in his high-ceilinged-book-lined consulting room.  There’s a clay bust of a unicorn on the windowsill.   Gazing at Harold Macmillan and The Cecils and Napoleon I say: “Yes, well I’m on carbamazepine and duloxetine […]