Well I'm off in to hospital tomorrow for my ERCP procedure in the afternoon, I'm getting the general though so that will be ok, I quite like the sensation of going under, if that doesn't sound too weird. It's nice to just think of happy times, like proposing on Beachy Head, and drift away. I'm going to be kept in until sunday, just to make sure it doesn't stir up an infection but I'd imagine it'll be nice in there, I even get my own fridge in my room, how cool is that? I'm easy pleased. But I'll mooch about, do some reading and watch some films, it should be alright actually, and apparently the food is really good. I still to this day can't believe the food I got in Kings....a disgrace. Hopefully this procedure will bring my liver levels down enough for chemo and all that. The discs have finally been sent off to Switzerland and Germany and apparently they are going to more surgical type spods, which I'm pleased about. If a surgeon somewhere reckons he can chop it out then that's the best all round solution. Probably won't be able to but you never know, some scalpel whiz might fancy it. I've had a nice treat tonight, some take away pizza (I've found an ideal place and pizza, it's fucking hot the pizza I got. Reminds of that Rowan atkinson Indian waiter sketch 'Yes sir, we do do that in 'fucking hot'').
Chances are I won't be around until sunday but they might have the terminals in the rooms, I'll see.
I think I need a shit. |
