Today, I was allowed jelly (not red), iced lollies (not red), black (not red) coffee and water. I decided to go cold turkey and have only water. I think that’s what turkeys drink when they’re cold. I may make it a lifestyle. It wasn’t so bad, actually.
Tonight, I had to take this little tablet when I got home. Nothing happened for a while and then, well, it was bad, actually. I had to send Agnes downstairs for the evening, as the embarrassment level was too high. Every time I sat down, I had to get up again and go to the toilet, and don’t be fooled into thinking you can fart safely. Who knew we all carried so much of that stuff around inside us. And that applies to even the most attractive people (like me). It really doesn’t do to think about it. I may stop using the lift at work. Anyway, eventually I was weeing out of the wrong orifice.
The urgent visits seem to have stopped now, so I’m off to bed. I’m getting a taxi into the hospital in the morning, but Ian is going to bring me home, which will be welcome.