Another grim day in hospital; this doesn't look at all good.
Remember that sinking feeling, that "Oh S#%t" moment?
I think this is it.
Both of us are getting frazzled and angry with the Doctors.
I took this picture just before I went into hospital when we ate these sweets.
We had a day down at Margate on the coast in the summer and Robyn spotted a specialist sweet shop and plundered the American section for Root Beer, Cream Soda and other vital supplies.
I took a trip down memory lane and bought a packet of 'Love Hearts';
They weren't the same as I remember; not so colourful and they didn't taste the same but they do the trick.
They say how much it means to me for Robyn to struggle in through the door with a big bag of stuff and a cheery smiley face for me after a long bus and train journey or worse.
Today she dragged her computer all the way here for me because mine has got confused because the hospital Wi-Fi won't let me download anything which has messed up Windows for me.
And no YouTube, of course.
I'm scheming; on Tuesday the Junior Doctors go on strike and I'm determined to be on the picket line to support them.
I've had a lifetime of protests, pickets and demonstrations......this may well be my last picket line and I don't want to miss it.
I need a wheelchair and someone to push it....how hard can that be?
It's important because while the strike is partly about money and working conditions it's also about the future of our NHS.
It is a just cause and an important moment for health in our country.
I urge you to support this worthy cause.
Just not sure how I'm going to
steal borrow a wheelchair?
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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