Tuesday, 12 June 2007

Of Tummys and Pink Plasters


Well, I went to my GP yesterday, and as I thought, no chance of getting it done on the NHS. Although, probably, if I was a nineteen year old single depressed mother of five, I'm sure they would have rushed to pay for it for me.

So I will be taking out a loan and paying for it. My doctor thinks that I should get it done if I want, and doesn't think my sticky blood will be a problem, as they can put me back on heparin and warfarin. He is going to contact me today, to give me a list of suitable hospitals. No cowboys are gonna be getting their hands on my lard. I haven't forgotten the Fight Club soap. Also, thought you might like to see a pic of Stew in his pink plaster that he got, as Dizzy insisted on him having pink. And yes, Emma, I would like to claim that purple clematis in the background as mine, but we are over the monster in laws house, and as I am taking the picture, it would be a big lie.

9 comments:

schell said...

Last summer when Braden broke his arm, he had a pink cast. Your husband is quite handsome...and the clematis aren't bad either.

Anonymous said...

Thanks Schell, I quite like him. For a Manchester United fan.

Anonymous said...

i love the smiley face on the bottom of his heel, it was a great touch. do you like you m-i-l?

jilly

Anonymous said...

I think he should force the team to play in pink socks next year in his honour

Anonymous said...

Does stew want you to wait on him hand and foot now?

Love the clematis


----emma

Anonymous said...

what is your e-mail? mine is jilliansway@aol.com

jilly

Anonymous said...

can we have a full frontal pic please?

Anonymous said...

"Anonymous said...
have you decided?
Four.
PS I had some work done ten years ago on a little problem and it really changed my life (for the better), so I'd say go for it, if you can
:)

10 June 2007 13:58"

Who was this? Am intrigued to know what you had done!

Anonymous said...

I am 4'10". The monster in law in 6'1". Enough said.

No, I suppose that is slightly unfair. At fisr she hated me, and who can blame her, I was 12 years older than her 18 year old son. However, ten years down the roadnow we get on very well, and she is always telling people how she couldn't have managed without me when Stews dad died.

A full frontal of Stew? Good grief. I will post another pic of him next blog. Trust me, he looks allright, but he has vile habits. He is constantly playing with his bits whilst watching the tv. He is the most unsociable person I know. He plays football constantly, and passes wind what seems like every 20 seconds.