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realised I was next in line so I pulled my blankets right
up, put me shades on and began snoring in a
"demonstrably I am very much asleep fashion". I hoped
the array of tubing and needles and bleeping machines
hooked up to my body might also give him the hint that I
was feeling slightly below par and not like having an
impromptu chat.....BUT NOOOOO! He stood next to
me saying "Hello, hello, hello" while I snored increasingly
loudly and we became locked in a bizarre battle of wills
fought out between greetings and snoring’s. Eventually I
won and he sodded off but I was horrified, not just cos I
didn’t particularly want to speak to him but because, why
is it that if you do something under the guise of Religion
its fine!?!? "I’d like to go bothering poor defenceless
women on their sick and death beds please?"
- "No you can’t do that.”
- "But, it’s for religion and I’ve got a white rectangle on me
neck"
- "Oh yeh that’s fine"
What next? People bed bound on hospital wards being
subjected to MPs and Avon Ladies and Charity
Fundraisers?

13 May 2015 —
SO many questions and contradictory thoughts going
through my mind after losing my breast in the emergency
surgery last week:
* I can’t bear to live like this - disfigured forever.
* I know my surgeon would put me forward immediately
for the other type of reconstruction now the implants
have failed.
* The other type of reconstruction is a major amount of