after the doctor.

Tests.

And more tests.

Prodding.

On

The

Scar.

………….and elsewhere #sigh

Still.

The doctors office (not the surgeon’s in the hospital annex, another One) has an Awfully Nice Terrace.

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We sat here between various bits of the appointment.

Then the Surreal bit.

Going back over everything that’s happened.

And how we feel Now.

Odd.

To tell the truth.

Best bit?

A breakfast downtown with someone Glam and Foreign and somewhat connected to the Day Job. Followed by a walk around to kill time before the doctor appointment.

Funny curious oddness surreality abounds.

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Shocking, even ;)

Now here: resting.

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The tests have wiped us out entirely.

We must return home to lie down for a while in a pool of warm sunshine; like a cat.

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Send kind thoughts of novels and tea and quiet soothing-ness, darlings.

The medical establishment is caring.

But the whole re-counting and re-calling and prodding and Tests are rather nerve-jarring……

smiling weakly.

we are Awfully sensitive ;)

4 thoughts on “after the doctor.

  1. William Godwin says:

    Am singing Noel Coward songs (to myself) in your honour…….

    You know, quite for no reason, I’m here for the season, and high as a kite. Living in error with Maud at Cap Ferrat (Which couldn’t be right)……….Everyone’s here, and frightfully gay; nobody cares what people say, though the Riviera seems really much queerer than Rome at its height!

    xxx

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