Life has its ups and downs
Yesterday was a bastard of a day.
My Bug and my Tumor obviously decided to have a contest to see which could cause more misery. Bug hit me with racking coughs, massive fatigue where I couldn’t stand for more than a minute without falling over and a very runny nose. Tumor hit me with slitting pain in the face combined with its sidekick of a swollen neck gland which was also very painful. Tumor also threw in a runny nose and seeing as I can’t blow my nose or even wipe it without searing pain yesterday was somewhat messy.
I think Tumor won so I hope they’re happier now that they made my weekend a total misery.
Today is different. Firstly I had a great night’s sleep of a good eight hours which, after a couple of weeks of three or four hour nightly bliss, would constitute a great lie-in.
Then I got a phone call from Herself that they are moving her to another hospital which is comparatively on my doorstep. It was only a matter of time before they got pissed off with her and four weeks is something of a record. Mind you, I have had forty eight years which shows what a nice and tolerant person I am.
The bloody bank holiday is over mercifully so I can get down to business, phoning various people at work and annoying them. I have to organise possible backup assistance for when Herself is finally dumped back here, not to mention the possibility of my having potential hospital trips myself. While my philosophy is to take each day as it comes, there are times when a bit of future planning might be wise?
Today I have been pondering my old beard. I have worn it for the last fifty three years so I have become somewhat attached to it. However the nose business has shed a new thought – if they have to do anything with my swollen beak they are presumably going to want to shave the upper lip? I don’t fancy the Abraham Lincoln look so I suppose the whole lot will have to go.
It then crossed my mind that losing the beard would mean that any photo identity would be fucked up including passport, driving licence and travel pass?
Do I give a shit?
Put your mind at rest about the passport. I didn’t have a beard in my previous passport photo, grew a beard, didn’t think about it until waiting at immigration at Heathrow. The border official at Heathrow still let me in. Mind you, my nose was still the same old nose.
That’s a fair point. A lack of beard and a total nose reconstruction would definitely have an affect on my appearance – especially their facial recognition records?
As for Abe Lincoln, he culturally appropriated the beard from the Amish.
Does that mean I’ll have to change my name to Eli or Jacob or something?
If you go for the Lincoln-look, be advised to stay away from the theatre – not the operating theatre. Both can be fatal places.
The coffee shop is an assassin free zone.