I seem to specialise in blogging from odd places under odd circumstances…
Today I’m in hospital with (probably) an incarcerated hernia
This is, I am assured, nothing to be worried about, but I notice I’m not being sent home or anything. There is very little to do here, unless one brings it; the TV is diminished from its traditional brain-sucking power by the absence of cable. They screen the occasional DVD, but have put Stranger than fiction (which I quite anted to see) at the same time I’m scheduled for surgery. The food here (Valley Private) is so bad that I am frankly looking forward to being put back on the drip and told to fast again. E (who should be canonized!) brought me fast food, Red Meat comics and my laptop, so all is well.
That’s all really. I have little to say, because I have little to do. In the absence of stimulus I become a potato. Ho hum.
Hope you’re all better soon.
I promise no puns about being in jail… 🙂
I don’t get it …
Yeah. I don’t get it.