Cyril the Arsehole

  • Blog 13 - Surprisingly lucky for some

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    Well my tour of Peterborough Hospital Departments continued yesterday, with a visit to the Ear Nose and Throat department, who it turns out also do teeth and eyes too, who knew.

    To check the weirdness with my left ear since the seizure on the 16th of November, where I can hear myself, talk, chew, breath, etc. (Yes, I now know how annoying that is for anyone unfortunate enough to have to talk to me and now I know what…

  • Blog 12 - well sod it

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    So its been a little while since I’ve posted a blog, about the interloper Cyril and the impact the little twat is having on me.
    As some of you know, I had been hoping to receive the ok from the Doctors to return to work this month. I got a letter the other day from the wonderful Doctor Stacpoole, who said in principle it would be ok, as long as I followed certain guidelines.

    The pain in the arse is, these guidelines…

  • Blog 11 - Sunday and all is, well...

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    It’s been a couple of days since I last posted, on the whole thankfully my more positive frame of mind has continued. I must admit, I have zero Christmas spirit this year, but if I’m honest I’ve not really been ‘a fan’ since the kids stopped believing in the jolly red fat bastard. (I’m guessing this is ok to say, as there won’t be any kids reading this, I certainly hope not anyway…

  • Blog 10 - The aftermath and restoration of faith

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    As you will no doubt have realised, if you read last nights offering, yesterday was a day I’d rather have had a second go at, but been able to speak to a different consultant rather than Doctor Twaticus.

    I really couldn’t sleep last night, I was still feeling very angry at our treatment by Doctor Twaticus and I also think the realisation I had been told I have brain cancer started to hit home hard. I eventually…

  • Blog 9 - Addenbrooke’s Hospital, well fuck me that was...

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    Right, its taken a while to calm down and feel ready to write this, its been a frustrating and annoying afternoon.
    My appointment was at 3pm so despite Susie’s complaints we left in good time, fought our way through the A14 roadworks and got to Level 3 - Clinic 7 of Addenbrooke’s Hospital at 2.50pm, plenty of time.

    I booked in with reception and then sat with Susie in a crowded waiting room. After about 40…