Just back from Liver Scan at the Ozzie. Liver's got no worse. So, that's good news. Now if I could just remember where I'd left it. Funny one...
A few weeks back, my Missus was leaving. I'm in a bottom floor flat. It was mid day Saturday afternoon, sunny, loads of people walking past. I went to the window. It's a big window, ledge is about knee high. I pulled back the net curtain and was shouting some nonsense after her. She went the colour of boiled shite, ran at me, told me to get in... I was bollocko.
Straight up, I didn't know. Thank fuck nobody seen me, Scouser on a Southern housing estate, parading in the nip. I can imagine the Vigilantes, pitch forks and burning torches coming for me right now. But I honestly didn't know I was in the nod. I found out what it was though.
Don't mean to be disgusting, but I can't get constipated and I hadn't been for a couple of days. It's mad. The HepC and liver damage, makes me constipated. But if I don't do me ablutions, the liver can't shift the toxins out me system. So they get into the blood and into the brain. Poisoned by me own shite, I don't think I could cope with that. But I can't even have me regular 8 to 10 pints of laxative. So I'm eating that much fruit I'll probably be swingingn bollocko in the window next.
Anyway, no news, good news, sort of thing. Just got to wait to see the Doctors now. Oh yeah, and why I came in.... Heads up, great film about Lemmy on BBC4 tonight. Well, I think it'll be the same one they showed a while back. And if it is, it's brilliant.