See GP who tells me blood toxic counts are down. Looks like I don't need a second stent to help drain the kidney. Hospital doesn't need a PSA (cancer detection) till March, so it looks as if I can finish my dig under the wire and finally stand up taking great lungs full of Spanish air.
Irony of ironies - I spend 5 hours back in the Western General Hospital yesterday waiting for Bernice who underwent an op for a urinary problem. Finally get away at 1830 but poor Bean is shagged out and lost her sparkle from an armful of anaesthesia.
Hopefully no more dreary stuff and this blog can get on with its original mission statement of being entertaining, profane and funny.
Pax vobiscum.
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Good to hear!
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