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| Alright everyone? Well, sorry for the delays in the update but I've been a bit stressed. I found out that the antibiotics I'm on have a tiny amount of penicillin in them and I got in a real state panicking about it because my last reaction (when I almost died and ended up in medical textbooks) only took hold a week after administration. I couldn't be certain yesterday whether I was feeling ill or making myself feel ill through worry. I don't panic about many things but penicillin scares me to the very core, dying by your throat closing up, can you imagine many worse things? I can't. I've also had a very sore mouth, like I've burnt it really badly but I don't remember burning it. this is a chemo side effect and basically nothing can be done, I just have to try and keep it in check with regular salt washes, cleaning, mouthwashes and use a liquid mouth anesthetic to help reduce the pain when eating. And one of my wisdom teeth hurts (I dread the words 'root canal' being mentioned when I go to the dentists on Monday. And I have felt ill too as I think I one of the 5% of people who react a little to this antibiotic from the penicillin allergy but I'll just have to ride it out. I finish the course tomorrow dinnertime so not too long to hang on for. On the bright side I did a massive shit at 4am, I've been a little bunged up (I've been shitting but without such payload) so it was a relief to unleash that. I have shat several times since with rather large payloads. The 4am poo was so good I had to sit up for 20 minutes to calm down before going to bed and slipping in to a contented sleep. I have to admit I feel a bit odd writing this at times now as so many people I know are reading this and I can't relay certain things for fear of offending people. It was a canny bit easier when I was anonymous. Even my wifes lovely mam and dad read this (and they never swear or owt) so I get a twinge every time I type 'cunt' or 'fuck'. But I love the word 'cunt' and 'fuck'. Nothing sounds as good as 'oh you absolute cunt!', it's just one of those words. I use it a lot in daily life, I must admit. I don't mean to offend any women by using it, but it is a great word. And there's many penal based swear words/insults, 'prick' being a favourite of mine (I remember my sister using that once when we were young, thinking it was equatable to 'pratt' and not realising what it really meant. She got knacked off me mam but didn't really understand why. I remember when a car pulled out unexpectedly in chichester when I was about 15 and walking down the road with my mam and fearing getting knoacked over the word 'shit' passed my lips, and despite the circumstances, I still got wrong. I have no hesitation is using absolutely any swear word in front of my mam and dad these days. But my dad was very laid back and quite quiet when I was young but I heard the full verbal range when he used to take me to Roker park. Roker Park....the best days). Anyway, yes, I was saying it feels a bit odd, and it does. My missus has been reading my past blogs to see if I offended anyone who may have a link now but barring a few people I'm apparently fairly safe. Reading some of the old stuff actually made me laugh, I'm sorry they aren't as much fun as they were, I do try to keep the humour in though. I did have some amusing hospital stories but it seems a little bit late to be relaying them now. Well, I'll be in again on wednesday so I'll see how I get on. I must get a present for the nurses who are lovely. And they really like me cos I'm dead nice and that and all the other people they have to deal with are all rich and therefore cunts. As I have been told a few times by them. It's nice to be popular, treat them right and they treat you right, always what I've done with nurses. They have a hard enough job to begin with without people being cunty to them. It's time for Saturday Kitchen so I have to go (I am such a daytime tv addict, I PVRed a 15 minute segment of Dickinsons Real Deal the other day when I needed to go for a shit. I miss discovery from when I was in hospital, I got quite addicted to 'the garage' and 'american chopper', fly on the wall garage programs, how fucking tragic is that eh? I want to know who got the sack on the garage the day after I left, it's killing me not knowing. I reckon the it was the diesel specialist girl who seemed a bit shit) | ||
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