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| Well, I've been trying to enjoy my last day before the hospital admission. I haven't done a lot but I popped to that spiritual healing place again in Beckenham and saw the same bloke I saw last time. We had a little chat before hand and he was talking about various things and he was talking about his wife when she suffered cancer and how although it is a hard time it is also a very special time, and in a way, a happy time, however weird that sounds. I knew exactly what he meant, the closeness you get and the determination to spend so much time together and see the true meaning in it is a really beautiful thing. Obviously his wife was dead and he had tears in his eyes talking about it, he's a very nice fella. I really enjoyed the healing, it is so peaceful and so many thoughts power through your head, I just find it very balancing. He said I had taken to it like a duck to water. Got myself a haircut afterwards and was cursing when the girl who talks unending shite (and stops cutting your hair to chat, so the haircut is annoying and takes twice as long as it should). Amazingly she didn't say a word and just cut my hair, which was pleasing. Popped to waitrose to pick up some more unhealthy food and got hit with the sudden urge to really really need a shit. I wore a pained expression trying to beat it back from the bumhole using my arse muscles. I paid for my goods and headed home which required several stops to wince and hold it back. It was quite a torrid walk. I got to the front door of the flats and noticed the old couple from downstairs were leaving at the same time. I prayed they wouldn't chat as I would have just had to say 'I'm really sorry I can't stop or else I will shit myself', they made some jokey remark but I sped past with a fake laugh and just made it to the toilet in time, it was quite a relief. I'm starting to panic a little now, I hate the night before going in to hospital, you try to enjoy all the things you are going to miss, like your own bath and toilet and your own bed with someone in it but never quite manage it. My whole family is down tomorrow so that will be grand. My sister and brother in law and the kids are down for the day and my mam and dad are down for a couple of days, my mam possibly staying down longer to help look after me. thanks to Janie P for the post about wishing me luck, I appreciate it. And I'm there, looking up at the sky And I'm scared, thinkin' 'bout the way that I Don't understand anything at all... And how it overtakes me... and I am just so small... Do I stand a chance? | ||
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| ...dunno what to write here really that won't sound like platitudes...
Just wanted you to know that I'd read your blog and will be thinking of you and wishing you all the luck I could. | |||
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| You can't beat a good poo/near miss poo story. I might collate a book of them.
Anyhoo, good luck Hazey mate. We'll be thinking of you. | |||
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| hi
<br>watermonkey here, it didn't let me log in (?) <br>there are toilets in beckenham waitrose. <br>wishing you well as ever | |||
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