Stick it to the man!

OK, well I'm back again. I've been away in the UK for a couple of days and have just woken up in France so I suppose I'd best give you an update.

Following on from my Operation Ribby news, I went to the hospital to have a pre-operative assessment yesterday. This consisted of explanations of my operation, blood tests and all other sorts of tests, medical equipment issue and the like.

It started off badly when I arrived to find that my operation date had been set back two weeks - that's sort of screwed up the time I had booked off work but can easily be changed. Also Mr Doctor insisted that I could not return to France for at least a month. I pointed out to him that this was where I lived and perhaps he would reconsider. He was unwilling to do so so I asked if I could stay at his house. He's going to come back to me on Monday.

Other than that it was.......hang on.....hang on!!........he said medical equipment issue!

That's right people, I have been issued some equipment to make my transition back into normal society that little bit easier. There was a plastic expanding toilet seat, an elastic sock assister thing and a 3 foot long shoehorn (imagine that), but the crowning glory was the stick.

Yes, a stick. A 'pokey stick'. A medically prescribed pokey-stick. Life just keeps getting better. You want to see a picture? Here ya go:



Rarrrr! I'm making a holster for that baby. I'm starting to actually look forward to going to the supermarket now.

Grr get out of my way, bloody kids...