Feelings are mixed as I lie here writing from my hospital berth, warily eyeing my civvy clothes that lie draped across the chair; I am to don them shortly in a bid to rejoin that futile quagmire of flailing elbows that is the human race. The beautiful irresponsibility that is a hospital stay will come to an end, and I will have to make efforts again to balance the demands of life with my new limitations. Things arent helped by my trousers not buttoning up. As if Ive gained weight by not eating for 8 days. Body image in tatters, what with Esmerelda and her bags, and trousers that no longer fit. Some would take the hint and go for shopping therapy, but as I break into a nervous sweat on crossing the threshold of anything other than a sweet shop, thatll be of little comfort to me. Man up, give the girl a hug, and get the hell on with life. Thank you Addenbrookes, youve been amazing.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 14:41:47 +0000
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