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| hello there, well I'm off in to hospital tomorrow for another chemo session. But first thing in the morning I have a live interview to do on radio newcastle. Fuck me. I just got caught on the hop by the fella and agreed to it, I'll be falling over my words like a big spanner I'm sure. they are talking to my sister and someone from skunkers an arl. Phew, up at seven to do an interview, I'll hopefully get a cheeky hour in before I have to get up again at 8ish. I tell you what I've become addicted to of late for breakfast - soft boiled eggs. I forgot just how amazing they are when done right. Breaking the top open, spooning down the initial egg white and there lies the glorious orange bubble of yolk, waiting to be burst by an invading soldier. In goes the soldier and boof, the yolk is break. Gooey yolk on the end of a hot buttered soldier...glorious. Then you also have the white for a nice bit of solids. So my routine is now to get up at half six, have cereal, go back to bed then up at half 8/9 for eggs and soldiers made by the missus. I made them this morning though as she was off to work, I timed it to perfection. I've just had a very satisfying big poo. The only thin I'm dreading tomorrow is the canula, once that is in I can relax. I can get back to watching the garage and american chopper on discovery. Tragic. Plus I'll have sky sports to catch the champions league stuf tomorrow night. I've got the nurses some chocolates to say thanks, I'm nto anywhere near finished going in but I just wanted to say thank you as they really are magic with me, such lovely people who can't do enough to help. Private health care rules. Saw Elizabeth: the golden age today at the granny sitting of 2 in the afternoon. I had a vile hot dog and a regular coke that was so huge that it should never be described as 'regular', I'd hate to see the large. It was good elizabeth, gorgeous effects. It was nice just having a 'date' type thing with the missus, saying as we don't get to the pub or owt any more. It was lovely just holding her hand in the dark and I had one of those moments where I was just so fucking happy it almost made me cry. I don't care if you find that drippy or sad. Something as simple as that and it all just hit how fucking lucky I am, how amazing it is to have the woman I have and how much I love loving her. It was just a wave washing over me, filling me with such joy. I've just read an interview with Nick fucking Knowles in 'take a Break' purely so i could scowl at his answers and hate him more than I already do. He truly is a monumental cunt. I've been working hard on the weights and tharaband and more and more puscle keeps popping out, I feel so positive with the change. The missus was saying how my back was much more toned and ripply than before. When I finally got out of my lengthy hospital stays after germany and things I just had shoulder blades prodding out. It was actually painful to have a bath because I was lying purely on the shoulder blades, which was obviously shit. Anyway, time to go, I need to enjoy the flat before my hospital stay, speak soon, when I get out of hospital. | ||
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http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/networks/newcastle/aod.shtml?newcastle/mike_parr_new# (starts 37 min in) Edited by ps on Wednesday, November 7, 2007 at 7:43 PM | |||
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