So, it's a bit like the day before the start of term. Feel like Larry Kroger going into Omega Theta Pi, but hey, if your only recollection of 1978 is from the Eastern side of the pond, then you'll have to go back over 100 years to Rugby, and worry that you're going to be bunked up with Flashman: savvy?
Hmm, where is the letter?..... ah yes, there: must call Ward 61 at 10am to 'confirm my bed is available'. This conflicts with email asking me to call at 8.30am. Start to worry; which is it? What if call is made at 8.30 only to be sent to the back of the queue, as the letter clearly states 10? What if at 10, there are no beds left? Must bring 'medication and an overnight bag'... er, not on any medication - do they mean the white burgundy (or is that not allowed?) OK, so Ward 61..... is that like a dorm? Haven't been in one of those for over 30 years! Managed to escape initial surgery in December the same day, by telling only a minor pork pie about feeling better than was actually the case (who wants to stay in hospital? - it's full of ill people!)
Lecture from wife; no"Oh Maatron!" jokes, bunking off, must take all medicine, etc., etc., Hmm, unless BT/FON signal is usable, I'll have to figure out how to connect via mobile phone tethering.... or bunk off to Costa and use theirs. With it being a Monday, the new 'Monday Mugshot' will become a weekly illustration of what chemotherapy does to you (well, facially anyway).
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