On Thursday morning I woke just past 4am in a great deal of pain as my ongoing stomach problems took a turn for the worse. There could be a number of reasons for this recent deterioration of my health but I won’t bore you with the ins and outs of all that. The most important thing to know is that it was bad; William Shatner's singing career bad, and has only got slightly better thus far.
Having been unable to cross the door on Thursday, for a very real fear of being caught short, I didn’t get to my Doctors Surgery until 17:00 on Friday. By this time I had contacted NHS 24 twice and Michelle had left work early believing I may have to go to hospital. I doubted the hospital would be necessary but I think she was nervous by the texts I’d been sending and to be honest I was more than a little apprehensive myself. I would do anything at this point to get better. Anything.
As it turns out ‘anything’ turned out to be a treatment which would test the boundaries of my statement. I won’t say what it is, but let me just say that it is a very… uncomfortable treatment, and I’ll leave it at that. It’s been five days since I started my embarrassing and unpleasant treatment and still as I sit a type I still have a persistent pain in my gut and still have a great need to be no more than a few feet away from a lavatory. Regardless of my invasive would-be-cure’s effectiveness thus far I will continue on my course. However, it has to be said that, for all the good they’ve done me, I may as well have shoved them up my arse…
THIS WEEK
I Watched: - Independence Day, Contact, Rescue Dawn.
I Read: - The Risk Pool by Richard Russo
I listened to: - Konk by The Kooks, Hot Fuss by The Killers, Favorite Worst Nightmare by The Arctic Monkeys