If indeed they are chapters, or are they something else? Each one being a little tale in itself, so are they short stories? Beats me, but there again an awful lot of life beats me these days. I find myself getting more and more out of step with "life" I didn't know who Hollie Steel or Susan Boyle was until I read about it in the Sunday papers, and my reaction was to wonder if the whole country has gone completely barking!!! Was there all this garbage about Tony Holland the muscle man on Opportunity Knocks? Or was it that we judged more important things to be actually important. The species surely can't have changed in such a short time. But enough of such philosophical wanderings and to business.
I returned to the scene of the crime a week or so back. What I mean is that I found myself in the same day ward, same arseless hospital dress and same examination bed to lie on whilst they invaded my sensitive bits with a camera again. May have been the same nurses, I'm not sure and they didn't make any comment like "Oh yeah, I remember this guy's bits from last time" So much for the male arrogance that he was unforgettable.
The outcome of that little examination was a burning sensation in my bits, and it certainly wasn't desire. But the important part was - no sign of any tumour still there. Too early for recurrence I hope, and long may that state of affairs continue.
But life is still tied up with visits to my GP for all kinds of associated stuff. I have been hobbling with a leg problem for the last few years now and with the last year (almost) being overwhelmed with cancer type stuff it's taken a back seat. So I finally had some appointments with a physiotherapist who seems to be thinking my numb leg is linked to back damage I suffered in a crash about four years ago. She's booked me for an MRI scan to look for a trapped nerve. I also needed to see my doctor because of some chest pain that I have been experiencing over the last month or so. It seemed to be very much in the flesh and not deeper inside. After an examination he has also sent me for blood tests, he is looking at something called Gynaecomastia, which the tests should identify. In effect it is a hormonal imbalance, possibly caused by any or all the meds I have been getting stuck into me over the last year. It causes enlargement of the breast tissue in males and strangely enough can be very painful, more so at night, although I can't see a reason why it seems to be more painful then. It's only affecting one side so there I go - I'm growing a left t*t. Yes loads of p*ss taking off everybody at work, but who cares, not me that's for sure. My wedding tackle experiences have been a standing joke for the last year. On a serious note if that means someone else has it in their mind to get themself checked early it's a bonus.
Got a quiet week or so on the work front so it's catch up time for all the things I need to be getting done. I'm just starting to move everything around at home and create myself a home office in my other spare bedroom. I seem to have outgrown this small room I started with and I am tripping over stuff in here. I spent yesterday building bookcases, courtesy of Ikea, don't you just hate that shop with a vengance?
My coach is going in, probably this week for reupholstering the seats and just bought some flash, fancy, super dooper mirrors for it. Just wait until I knock one off on the first job!!!!!!!!!! The air will be BLUE.
