The Trowie Mound Murders*

“So, it won’t be as bad as last time,  will it, since the cancer wasn’t even in the skin on my left side?” I say.  Am at the hospital, talking to my radiologist about upcoming radiotherapy. He stares at me.  “On the contrary, we didn’t zap all the cancer in your skin on your right […]

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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 […]

The Draining Lake*

“Hello,” my plastic surgeon says, popping his head round the door, his face lit up by his huge smile. “Hello,” I say.   “How are you doing?” He says, perching on the edge of my bed which creaks: he’s a portly gentleman. “Not too bad,” I say.  “In a lot of pain, but my chest […]

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 […]

In Cold Blood*

Needing a wee, pushing, awaiting the magic of the catheter where the feeling disappears as the liquid goes down the tube into the bag, I’m suddenly soaked with warm water.  It’s all over my legs and tummy, the sheets and duvet.  Oh no.   Ringing my buzzer, I’m shaking.  This is horrible.  The nurse comes […]

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 […]

The Night Before*

My nails look very sad without any varnish.  Have removed it so they can see whether or not am dead in the operation – nails will go blue if am dead I think.   Am just doing a quick blog now, in case don’t have time to bash one out before the operation tomorrow. Setting […]

Before Sunrise*

“Why am I not allowed to sleep?” MadFatRunner texts at 2.37am.  See the message when wake up and switch on phone at 4.07. “Nor me.  Just woke up,” I message back.  Am anxious about the operation which is Tomorrow now.  Argh. No answering message from her, so let’s hope she’s sleeping now. Am writing this […]