This is weird.

I’m now all pumped up.

I am in a private room and there is a fear that could lead to isolation or boredom at best. Not so. I seem to have a constant stream of visitors from various disciplines all wanting my full medical history and wondering how I am.

Other times they arrive and just whisk me off to places unknown where I am subjected to various tortures. This morning it was my daily dose of radiation which I really hate with a vengeance.

Today I had a visit from Prof. As usual he spent more time silently writing notes than he did talking to me. I did learn two things though. The first is that apparently I’m a Warrior and that he has the greatest respect and hope as a result. The second thing is that he wants me to move back to the Public Hospital. I asked why ad he said he had six clinics in Public but only one in Private. So he wants me to downgrade to fit his schedules? I told him to fuck off. Maybe I didn’t quite use those words but he got the drift

The next lot to arrive were the Pump Team. I had heard various mentions of them but I hear a lot of strange stuff here so I just ignored it all.

But here they were. and they had a pump. And they had loads of tubing and stuff.

The first thing they did was to dismantle the pump. This involved removing a part, examining it very carefully before putting on one side. They then started the reassembly which dented my confidence even further because they had to try all sorts of different positions of a bit before it looked like it might work. Several times they had to go into reverse to get something to fit.

They then proceeded to stick a horse needle into my stomach and connect it to the pump. Then they had an argument as to how it should be programmed. I should add that this pump is large and heavy and sooner or later I’m going to forget that I’m attached and will try to walk away from it.

Maybe this pump will save my life?

Maybe accidentally disconnecting it will save my life?

I never trust a computer programmer unless they are me.