Katherine got the ambulance service to deliver me a bag of clean clothing and goodies including home-brew and nice Tasmanian cheeses. Sitting there with my favourite stout, olives, cheese, wasabi peas and crackers I felt very privileged. After I bribed my doctor with one brewski he immediately put a couple of beers on my official drug list. Life is good.
A few tests have shown I might be out of here by next monday, but other dark horizons are on the horizon. I hope they go away.
PS Nurses still have not succumbed to my demands of spongebaths.
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