My mother once, on speakerphone, announced to a car full of my friends that I was “a bit of a wuss” regarding hospital things*. I am proud to say that I was quite relaxed and calm checking into the hospital at 11am. I had a laugh with the nurses as I waited around 3 hours … See the full post
Tomorrow I’m going in to hospital to have a tumour removed from my body. It’s not cancerous according to the non-exhaustive but highly lucrative tests I’ve taken, but it is uncomfortable, so it’s going to be removed. Surgery seemed like such a great idea while sitting in my doctor’s secretary’s fancy office. In fact, it’s … See the full post
Any day that starts with a dash to the toilet for a NASA-style lift off is probably not going to be one of your best. Realising that I was still too ill to go to No Way To Treat A Lady in Darlinghurst last night, I called up to try to get a refund on … See the full post
