Yup. Hospital this morning again.

At this rate it would be easier if I just moved in. I seem to spend more time in there than I do at home, not to mention all the motoring.

But I would rather be dead than go back back into that fucking place again.

But I suppose I would possibly be dead if I were back in there. They have a habit of bringing dead people there. Personally I would prefer to be laid out on the kitchen table. Maybe I should register that desire as my dying wish? I kind of fancy having a good old Irish wake. Lots of whiskey and general carousing with drunkenness and a few fights. A wake isn’t a good one unless there’s a fight or two. There should also be some music. I mean people playing instruments and not just playing records.

My father had a sort of wake. He wasn’t present but the drink was there in copious quantities and the house was packed. I don’t remember any singing but it was still a good wake.

My mother definitely didn’t have a wake. She didn’t really have a funeral either. After she died she was carted off to a hospital somewhere so students could practice cutting her up or something. As a result there was no funeral because there was no body, so we just had a sort of memorial service thing. Very bland and no music. A year or so later they had finished cutting her up and all the medical students knew my mother inside out [literally] and we were given the body back again. We couldn’t hold a funeral then because she had died over a year before and that would really confuse people, So we just stuck her in the ground and didn’t tell anyone.

I suppose the ultimate aim of all these hospital visits is that I don’t end up dead though I have noted that the cancer wing is conveniently located beside the morgue.

So I’m not complaining.

And I have to return for another visit tomorrow.