Trippy...

Blimey. This week of closure and focus is already half way done and I've barely left the house. Must have had 2 hours kips last night inbetween hacking my guts up. Not great preperation. I'm tripping out from sleep deprivation too, which is probably helping distract me, so I'll take it as a positive. 

My mouth is murder. My cheek is swollen on the inside, I'm gargling Corsydyl like it's going out of fashion and I'm sucking ice cubes to take the heat out. Everything for a reason I suppose, so maybe this is the final reminder from the universe that I need to keep my 100% motivated on the operation and the reasons for doing it. Not having this denture is going to be such a massive improvement in my quality of life that it'll all be very much worth it I'm sure. 

Missing Fiona still actually. I've relegated myself to the couch/spare room, so as not to wake her up with my rediculous cough. So, we've not actually shared a bed for over a week now. Although if you're family (especially Fiona's family), we obviously never share a bed for anything other than watching movies on the laptop! :)

So, nothing achieved really since footballing glory on Monday and now only (hopefully) 5 sleeps until I check into hospital. 2.5 'working' days left to try to get some sembelance of what I'm supposed to be professionally. Supposed to be hitting the road to the North tomorrow, after lunch at Bells Diner (the voucher runs out a week today, so it's lunch tomorrow or lose it!) and another hospital appointment, locally thankfully.

Feels like I'm busy, but I'm doing very little. I might make a list of things I need to do, never really make lists of things, but I never spend this much time on my own without people around me to remind me what I'm supposed to be doing, so maybe it'll help? I need to get some composure, but not until I've had some sleep and that's after I get some medicine, I've run out of my new best friends, Lemsip and Benylin. 

Sorry if you jsut wasted 5 minutes of your life reading this update. I dare not read it back because I know it's just a load of old nonsense and self pity. I can hear what you're saying; "Man up Jezza, you got stuff you need to do..."

One Love

Jez

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