Not AGAIN?!

I seem to be making a habit of getting rushed into the a&e in the middle of the night these days…

This time, it’s kidney stones.
Apparently.

And by the way. Guys…? Let me just tell you one thing.
I’m reliably informed that this is the only pain you might ever get that will ever get remotely close to the pain us women experience in childbirth.
Just sayin’.
(The triage nurse told me)

So yes. I’m writing this from the comfort of my very own hospital room…. How did I manage that?! Told them upon admission that I had a dicy tummy – seemed to do the trick, as I’m now in my own private room with stupendous views over some of Torbay’s most beautiful landscape…
in isolation.
I can faintly hear God giggling in the background, and saying “well, you did ask for a break didn’t you?!”
…I think that’s called a silver lining….

After two nights here on IV fluids and morphine, I’m hoping to get home in time to watch The Voice. Cos it really is the only talent show worth watching these days.

Over and out.

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