I must admit I too have been feeling the wrath of the binge drinking
Gods a bit to much recently.
Therefore, I am accepting the challenge with my canine pal.
So, its no beer for a year then! More importantly this means we will
be so fit and healthy on next years Yomp, that we will be able to star
jump the thirty odd miles round or with all the money we save we could
employ people to carry us round on cushioned platforms.
KK
This has all come about from the fact I need a nose job (another
story) and the hospital won't operate on me because on the pre op my
blood pressure was to high.
The fact of the matter "I believe" is that on the morning of the pre
op, I took delivery of eight railway sleepers that got dumped on the
road leaving me no option other than lifting them all into my garden,
then already running late for the appointment I got into some verbal
road rage with a fine example of Ramsgate's taxi fleet only to be
stuffed in a hospital waiting room with dog eared copies of magazines
that no self respecting metro sexual wannabe would dare to hold. Then
with nowhere to run or hide I mistakenly and unintentionally partook
in a one sided conversation with a hospital cleaner, She gave me an
hour long lecture about the state of Thanet's housing market for gods
sake.
Now you might think that's it, but no. This was followed by a middle
aged but very hot nurse asking me questions about my general health
and bending down with a very low-cut top on to take my blood pressure.
White coat syndrome! I shit it, try a morning like that to get ya
heart racing. Anyway.
I finally get sadomasicism now! It's like knowing when the pain is
coming but you find yourself sitting and waiting for it with a sick
longing, that only goes away briefly after the gizmo has very nearly
severed your arm off with its sick and demented huffing and puffing.
Gunna be a long night! Me thinks...
KK
