Bed goes up. Bed goes down. Bed goes up. Bed goes down.
Hehe.
Bed goes up. Bed goes down. Bed goes- bugger!
A swanky adjustable NHS bed does not, in fact, go ‘bugger!’. Even in Cambridge.
What a swanky adjustable NHS bed does do is stop working if you unplug it for 48 hours to get your laptop and iPhone charging…………..I may have brought this upon myself.
So…yeah, I broke the bed.
This is a pleasant distraction from the Dr Who special which made me cry for all the wrong reasons. I’m not going to go into it here as my posts are already behind schedule because of all the other bored geeks blogging their opinion about it and making the interweb all useless. So there.
I probably could have posted this earlier if I didn’t have my internet browser running on VISTA.
I would like to make this my official standpoint until further notice.
VISTA IS WORSE THAN CHEMO.
It definitely interferes with my connection speed more anyway.
I was going to run with a series of pictures of Bear with various members of staff, however I’m spending most of my time peeing awkwardly into a papier-mâché carton or disconnecting my IV machine from the power socket in order to walk across the room with the IV machine so that I can go to the loo and pee awkwardly into a papier-mâché carton. I know, I could pee into the cartons in bed like the old guys around me, but I actually think that my ability to not piss on the bed sheets whilst doing so is inferior to that of the old dudes. Admittedly, they have trained a life-time for this.
I wish less of my life involved pointing my penis into new and not very interesting places.
El Chemcat
Marking my territory, the only way I know how.
Because Nurse May believes that she should not be in a ‘Bear Photo’…..she’ll come round…..
< — Return to Chemo Tales — Read Day 6 — >