Here I am, friends, popping up like a bad penny.
What a non-day I have had: first, the foreign office. They couldn't find my file and said to come back next week. And I argued, but I have an operation coming up and my visa runs out at the end of the month. And the guy laughed and said you wouldn't believe how many people come in late to get their visas renewed, don't worry about it. They LOST my FILE?
Next, the hospital. The doctor listened to my pleas to take out that packing GENTLY,and repacked it again, and I am definitely better, even though I have this nagging, constant and ONGOING pain, then I begged him some more for some REAL narcotic so I can have some real relief from pain, and I don't know what he wrote down (since I have never heard of it), but I'm going to give that a try, and when I get so sick of it I'll ration out my remaining drops of codeine. But I slept okay last night, my operation is scheduled for Monday, my lump is down, and believe it or not...
I'm back at work. So I might actually have some writing done later. It must have been that ENTIRE DAY of browsing Hugh Jackman pics because I am certain that guy dancing and squirming around on top of a piano in my dreams had to have been him.