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 […]

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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.   […]

Separate Tables

No word from the Captain. Spent a bit of time on Tinder making some new matches and nothing from any of them either. It’s not all doom and gloom though: the Central Willy Database is recovered! Found the bit of Facebook called Synced Photos and there are all my willies! Also, there are all my […]

Surfacing

Surfacing from the depths, I’m jolted into awareness.  There’s a mask on my face and I can’t breathe.  There are bright lights and voices and everything hurts.  Gasping and crying I thrash around. “Keep still,” a voice says.  “You’re in recovery.” Crying, I look down at my front, feel my chest and there’s a cavity […]