Hospital food is the dog's bollocks.

I'm against it!
Firstly ta very much to you lot for the best wishes. Fair brought a tear to my eye it did. Speaking of eyes...
It all started with Etheline, as these things will, saying, 'Your eye is all wonky, it's going the wrong way.'
And then it all went down hill from there, Two days lounging about on a trolley, being ignored and having to play bathroom tag with a thieving trolley stealing wench from Antrim, more days being poked, stuck on a drip, prodded, learning how to say 'hostible', and 'package decrips,' and 'here Nuuursse I ditint get none oh dem tablets.' OH and for funny fun fun the girl next to me had about forty different ring tones on her mobile phone. All of which I heard.
It was hellish, hellish I tell ya.The feverish horror of the menu, the bathrooms, time goes out the window, it's roasting hot, and you end up watching soap operas and caring about the frankly ridiculous plots and characters ( will Krissy get him back after he find out about her lying about her child having cancer?) falling asleep at three in the afternoon and getting all misty eyed about 'outside'. You cling to friends and yet you are exhausted by their cheery tones. And there was no booze to dull the pain ( despite some folk's best efforts at smuggling, ta T) and no bloomin' sleeping tablets-which my doctor thinks I shouldn't be taking, in fact he was rather alarmed when I told him of my regular narcotic intake- and no escape from visiting mothers, who was in her hypo element. And woe, poor old Paramour was beset by siblings and mothers at every turn. But he held his own and his arms are still yummy.
So it seems all the vomiting should have been a sign that something was wrong, I thought it was just from the hangover and what not, but nope, I cracked my head off the floor when Memnoch popped me one. I"m still a bit fizzy about the last few days but that's groovy. Fizzy I can do, hostibles I can do without.
To celebrate my delight at returning to my abode and the return of my poor old cats-who have had to survive my eldest sister and her children, I'm taking my thinner still slighty fuddled ass into Brown Thomas and I am buying my self new shoes. Then I'm meeting French Gay for lunch, and yes, it will involve some liquid. Don't want my liver getting all cocky now. Although It enjoyed the rest I'm sure.
Oh and if I have to listen to The Pussy Cat Dolls 'song' Buttons, once more in my whole life I will not be responsible for my actions.
I'm against them too.