The Unpleasantness At The Bellona Club*

“That’s all healing up nicely,” says Jackie the plastic surgery nurse after she’s peeled off the steristrips.  Clipping the plastic stitches with her tweezers, she sticks pink micropore tape over my almost-healed scars. “That’s a relief,” Mum says, looking a bit less miserable for the first time in days. “Oh good,” I say, looking down […]

The Painted Veil*

China 1925.   Toby Jones, Naomi Watts and Edward Norton are in a remote Chinese mountain town in the midst of a cholera epidemic.  They have opium, bamboo forests and possibly pandas, although haven’t seen one yet.  They are carried everywhere in litters on the shoulders of local people, which seems an excellent way to […]

Dirty Harry*

Wake up drenched with sweat but freezing.   “Is that sweat or wee in your bed,” Mum says, at 6.45am or so, when we get up in time for 8.15am Spin. “Sweat, this time,” I say, pulling on my padded-bottomed cycling shorts, fluoro gym top, Mum’s white snow-boots, trousers, scarf, gloves and goat .  “So […]

The Hound Of The Baskervilles*

“Am setting off now,” Seb’s message comes through at 3.11pm today.  “Are you up to a Restaurant?” “Think so!”  I say.  “You?”  Have just this minute arrived home from the hospital and am settling under my furry blanket.   “I am,” Seb replies.  “Only if you’re up to it though.  See what your parents think.” […]

Hickory Dickory Dock*

“I need some morphine,” I say, standing at the nurses’ station.  “I’m in so much pain and…” “Which room are you?” A nurse says.  She’s young, pretty: long black hair tied in a ponytail. “Fifteen,” I say.   She pulls my chart down from a shelf, looks along it. “You’re not due anything for the […]

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 […]

The Fugitive*

New Year’s Resolutions 1.  Be kinder to elderly parentals.  Particularly to Dad.  He puts up with So Much. 2.  Do this at least once per day.  But not more than three times per hour.  Mustn’t exhaust self. 3.  Drink less water.  All it does is turn into wee anyway. 4.  Work towards own Keeshond puppy […]

A is for Accident*

Ouch, I think, waking up on the floor in a tangled mess of drain tubing. Am naked – dont know what has happened to my nightwear: secret support top and hospital knickers. Pressing my buzzer, hoping for help, scratching my arm. Whole body itches. “That’s a good sign”one of the nurses says. “Shows that your […]

Luckiest Girl Alive*

Survived the operation.  Will write more tomorrow. Before:        After: The nipple has gone as that’s where ductal carcinoma originates I think. Am pleased with the way my chest looks I think, although: 1. 3 drains in. 2.  Pain: so much. 3. Catheter. 4.  No fluffy monster here. 5.  No Mr Fluffypants. 6.   […]

The Longest Day*

“Would you like some breakfast?” Mum asks the fluffy monster.  Am not allowed any breakfast as will be Operation soon.  It’s 6.15am.  Have been awake since 5am.  Feeling sick but am forcing down some water and am allowed to take my morning Meds. The fluffy monster is saying that he wants to go outside in […]