CAT And Cuts

Warning – Wound pictures at the end…

The Demon Nurse

Ah so I’m finally carrying on the hospital series of stories.

Bleurgh

Even my silver ring doesn’t fit anymore. It just spins off my spindly finger.

Needy Of Sleep

We’ll I’m absolutely shattered, hence the lack of posting. Later when I can keep my eyes open I’ll write about the Demon Nurse and other hospital goings on.

Bad Patient

That’s what I am and what I was.

Patiently Waiting

So, continuing…

The Hospital I’ve Just Come Home From

Ah so I’m writing this in the full knowledge that by the time I manage to finish, I’ll be in need of morphine (which I wasn’t sent home with) and my right hand will look muscly in comparison to my strapped up lefty. We’re one handed tonight and this seems to be it for a while.

Leaving For My Leftie

Warning – Scar Pictures

Tomorrow, Tomorrow

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!

Yep, tomorrow is my admission date. It is finally, finally here. I’ve decided that I’m going to document with pictures which may or may not end up on here but who knows. Once my bloody camera has charged up you might get a “wake up Emma, it’s morning!” picture. A picture minus my war paint. Maybe.

I just hope they have sound proof toilets. I absolutely cannot pee in a place where I can hear people to a certain degree outside even when I’m about to burst my bladder like a balloon.

Ho hum, bedtime. Hope everyone is well.

Something Old, Something New

Well all I talk about these days is my eating and my pooping. Neither have been particularly popular activities in occurrence, which probably made them more prominent in mind, but there we go.