Oh yes, it's 'horse-pickle' time again. Once again I have to venture back to the place where weirdos patrol the corridors armed with grapes.
Today, Doctor Who-gives-a-fuck will be changing my bandages, cleaning my wounds and generally causing me pain, again. I know it is a requirement, and I know it is her job but, that doesn't make it hurt less.
At some point, I will have to point out that my other hand is slightly fucked too. Previously, I have skillfully been hiding it behind my back hoping they wouldn't notice - shit worked so far.
I know I shouldn't complain but it's my blog and I can write what I fucking want to.
I am grateful to my friends - the ones that took time out of their busy schedules to see me and bring Jelly Babies etc. As for the others, I will be thinking of you when Dr Frank'n'furter jabs me in the arse with a needle.
In other news, I made a few phone calls. I was bored, I was doped up and feeling shit.
Mrs ex-Goth declared that I should not phone her again unless I had won the lottery. OK. I can do that.
"Hi, I'm in Jamaica now and you get fuck all - I've given it all away to 3-legged cats"
*falls off chair laughing*