Just a few lines to let you know what is happening to Picko, the cross dressing, attention seeking cowboy builder. He has done his first chemo course with few side effects and it appears that it is doing the business as he has got rid of his parrot coz he only had it to go with his crutches. He sold his motorbike and ruined my life but that is another story and has now got a Merc something or otherwith a great big target on the bonnet which kicks you in the kidneys when it takes off - or kidney in pickos case!
Nottingham has two hospitals joined together and everytime Picko has a little tantrum and gets rushed in I never know whether he is in City or Queens. Not that it matters because they are only about fifteen miles apart but each f them has over 32 miles of corridors and YOU TRY and fins him when you not only don't know which ward you are on let alone which hospital!
His latest little attention seeking tantrum involved bleeding from his stomach which resulting in him vomiting so badly that he thought that his next breath would be the last. Always the drama Queen. (And I emphasise Queen!)
This time they had a cunning plan and we all know I love a cunning plan. Insyead of dumping him anywhere where they had a bed they put him in a propers cancer ward with cancer doctors, cancer nurses and cancer cleaners. A couple of days later and Picko is out thrashing his Merc around the environs.
So where is he in his treatment? He has started his second chemo - I haven't been to see him since last Saturday because I have a cold and don't want to infect him. When this all started he told me that they had given him three months to live if he didn't have any treatment. After ten weeks he still didn't have any treatment. "Not looking good is it" he said to me. But he has started treatment and has improved no end.
How's this for a convesation stopper if you are being harassed by one of those determined salesmen who want to sell you double glazing or change your elctricity supplier? He was in Morrisons's wen he got accosted by someone cnavassing to change his elctric supplier. "Sorry mate" says Picko "Can't stop - too busy." The canvasser continued. "Too busy to hear how I can save you £100 a month?" "So you are going to save me £300 then " says Picko. "No £100 a month " responded Mr. Cheap electricity. "Yes" said Picko "I have only got three months to live!" What a conversation stopper!
Join me in wishing him ll the best
Keep smiling
Love
Drew
