So… still waiting for definite confirmation of what’s happening next to me, surgically, but hanging in there ok, and trying to really limit moving too much tbh!

To move even less than I normally do isn’t too great but hey.

Brilliant to see my oldest friend ( not age wise! ) Mikey Jenks  today, and Aly too. Always a laugh to see them and also hear about their kids’ progress too.

Dont kids grow up fast and suddenly do all kinds of cool stuff. Their son is in a band – and very funny things happen to bands in Wales. It’s a lot less ‘ vanilla ‘ in South Wales than it is in the south of England, for sure.

Plus i saw my buddy, Johnny B for a few glasses of wine the previous night. He and Mrs B own their own lil vineyard now ion a hillside in Spain. It took him 5 days by donkey to get to me from Gatwick airport, and the gesture was very much appreciated. He did forget to bring me his wine ( doh! ) but we made do with Sainsbury’s stuff. The supermarkets really stiff the winemakers , taking all the profit almost, so really he should have not drunk any on moral grounds, and been a conscientious objector, but I think he was a bit pissed and forgot?

I obviously won’t tell anyone.

Ha! Looks very “on trend”, all metrosexual and multicultural… be careful … don’t ‘alienate’ your readers! Oops, NB to self… he couldn’t give a 🐀‘s arse 🤣🤣
Hope you’re “padding” those lumpy prominences if you must be up n about xx

Its life Jim… but not as we know it…

Whilst thinking that an Alien or 2 were about to burst out of the lumps in my back…

Another Alien appeared before me – here I am, on the Tube with Mr Spock.

Jeez – you should see the state of my bones and metalwork – like Swiss cheese with skewers poked in, and a fair few of those skewers broken or pulling out.

I have one screw which has ground a hole in the bone ( as it worked loose ) so that the hole is about 10 times as large as the diameter of the screw, leaving it rattling around and the weight of my skeleton leaning shearing the hole ever bigger.

He didn’t want to admit me there and then, and said that he was pretty worried about my lungs too, which seem more buggered than before. Surgery will require careful attention to my respiration, as poor breathing will jeopardise my living through the operation, he said.

Im physically certainly in a parlous state then, despite looking well ( often the irony of the guy dying of cancer ) but it was all a bit sobering in the consultation. He said that we can’t delay long or something dramatic will happen to me in terms of skeletal collapse, probably leading to my demise.

Ah well, party on til then… then !

That look normal to you then ?

Given it wasn’t there a few days ago, and it feels like metal under the skin…

Bloody sharp lump is alarming for sure, but im going out anyway.. surgeon isn’t advising staying in so I won’t then.

Something cultural tonight..

Right then… they don’t want to admit me today but I’m scheduled for drastic surgery on the 17th.

Let the good times roll til then, then…

Waiting for a phone call to see whether I go into hospital for a couple of months today, or kinda carry on, all lumpy and twisted ( blimey ).

If i don’t go into hospital as an emergency admission, I’m going to the theatre tonight ( as planned ).

Well… you gotta keep on keeping on, right?

As usual then, as things get better, something happens that pushes my head under water again.

The lump in my lower back that was just a lump is now becoming a pointed lump all of a sudden ( like a screw is about to burst out of my skin ).

I think that it’s probably a screw that’s about to burst out of my skin then?

Im in bed and think that’s probably the best thing I can do until I’m told otherwise. If it all breaks internally and comes tumbling down then there are major blood vessels in the vicinity that get caught in the crossfire and I die. Although I’m ok with that, I’m definitely up for giving not dying an equal chance now, so I’m being cautious.

I’ve left messages with 2 surgeons ( definitely NOT going to A and E for something this specialist )  and I will hear from them tomorrow I think, and then decide what to do. Personally I think someone should come here and assess me, before I try to get help back into my chair, as every transfer is potentially disastrous I think.

Mentally it’s not taken me down with it, I have to say, or not just yet, as I am more than able to process the situation ever so logically these days.

Other than that, lovely to see Glenn today, Leigh and Bev on Friday, Cherie today, Miles and Charlie, Chris H  and lots of Wendy ( lovely from every angle ).

So it’s watch this space then. If I’m right then I’ll be in hospital this week, and will be staying there, messing up next weekend’s many plans.. and any I had for a couple of months.

But hey.