Swearing in, out and elsewhere

Home from a four hour (moreorless pointless) lurk in outpatients to enjoy the Presidential Stumbling In (well, I'd be nervous too, in the circumstances).  And Michelle has my sage green gloves - excellent taste.

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No news from UCLH, other than some vague, half-hearted recommendations regarding bathing and dressing my wound myself.  Frankly, if the doctor's own dressing (never, ever trust a doctor to do this.  Find a nurse, they've been trained) fell out after ten measly minutes, what chance I'd get it right/sterile?  Will weigh it all up with trustworthy Nursey tomorrow, one more time.

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We all get a little desperate in the waiting room.  Especially by the fourth hour.  Reading matter (not mine, I'd stress) ranged from the Metro, to Jilly Cooper, to The Suicidal Adolescent (that'd take your mind off stuff).  My Sudoku technique is improving;  I forgot my ipod;  I'm getting a cold.  It could all be a great deal worse.