The Sort of Hot Water Bottle The Mighty Boosh Would Have
Given what happened to me last year, the fact that I have been passing blood over the last few weeks has worried both my doctors and me.
Today, after 36 hours of starving and emptying my insides with sodium dihydrogen phosphate, cameras were put in a place you really should not think about. Suspicious bits of were cut out for testing. Fool that I am, I opted to have all of this done without anaesthetic on the basis that I did not want to be in the grip of dopey nausea as well as sore afterwards.
I am now home. I feel rough. Waiting for test results can be as bad as today’s procedure. Even though I am convinced that this time there is nothing to worry about, the hell of the past still holds a lot of grim ghosts.
My comfort today is a rather splendid gift that arrived in the post. In an act of wonderful prescient sweetness, Surreal girl has sent me possibly the neatest hot water bottle of all time. It is the sort of hot water bottle The Mighty Boosh would have if they needed such things – small and black, knitted, managing to be funky, piratey and a little gothic all at once. Not only perfect for an arthritic left foot, it goes a long way to make my bed warmer. I am a lucky man.
Today, after 36 hours of starving and emptying my insides with sodium dihydrogen phosphate, cameras were put in a place you really should not think about. Suspicious bits of were cut out for testing. Fool that I am, I opted to have all of this done without anaesthetic on the basis that I did not want to be in the grip of dopey nausea as well as sore afterwards.
I am now home. I feel rough. Waiting for test results can be as bad as today’s procedure. Even though I am convinced that this time there is nothing to worry about, the hell of the past still holds a lot of grim ghosts.
My comfort today is a rather splendid gift that arrived in the post. In an act of wonderful prescient sweetness, Surreal girl has sent me possibly the neatest hot water bottle of all time. It is the sort of hot water bottle The Mighty Boosh would have if they needed such things – small and black, knitted, managing to be funky, piratey and a little gothic all at once. Not only perfect for an arthritic left foot, it goes a long way to make my bed warmer. I am a lucky man.
posted by David at 11:59 AM
7 Comments:
Tests suck, even when they don't hurt. I hope everything does come back alright.
god bless SG for that gift. it is sweet, thoughtful, and shows that she really knows you. very rare indeed!
David, did you ever read The Little Engine That Could as a child?
Just stopping by to whisper I think you can in your ear and blow you a goodnight kiss across the miles. Sweet Dreams.
Surreal Girl buys Mighty Boosh hot water bottles? Surreal Girl rocks!
All the best.
Awesome. I have brought the tradition of hot water bottles across the Atlantic, where they are a rarity. I have a convert husband, who steals mine regularly. I have a regular red one, but that black one sounds very funky. :-)
Hope your results are ok. Will be sending the good vibes over..
You allowed them to plunder your region without anesthesia? That is an inconceivable thought for me. I hate the after-fog too but I would sooner have my teeth removed with a hammer and chisel than go without the sleepy-time drugs.
Yep, God bless Surreal Girl and she does indeed rock. An ickle, black hot water bottle with a skull and crossbones on it and a knitted neck that makes it look like it is wearing a top hat is very Boosh, very funky and very me. I will try to post a picture of it at some point.
Thank you to everyone for their best wishes. If anyone ever has to have a colonoscopy, be like Slag, take the anesthesia.
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