Bricking it. Better now.

7.15 am: I am about to catch an Uber to take me to the hospital. 

I am bricking it. But I will be fine. 

6.15 pm:

In dot points.

• Things went very well. Textbook.
• They are lovely here.
• I wish they’d take out this fucking cannula.
• I’m up and about, albeit slowly.
• I’ve got a lovely roomy named Gail.
• I’m very sore, but that’s to be expected and Panadol is taking the edge off things.
• Lucifer is sitting in Blarney’s cupboard. 
• I’ll join Lucifer at Blarney’s place tomorrow.
• Things always feel better once you have your pyjamas on.
• All is as it should be.

Relax and watch telly now.

Today’s song: