Thursday, 18 November 2010

The big C

I know, I know, nae need tae tell me, I've gone and done it again. I'm pushing my Bubba away and you'll hate me for it but I cannae deal wae him right now. I cannae deal wae any of them tae be honest, , I mean who dae they think they are? There's Bob holding court in ma hoose like the United Nations or somethin' I know I got a wee bit carried away, I nearly woke the wean but they two, the wicked witch and the wicked bitch they've fair ripped ma knittin' and Jimmy sittin' there like a big tube I mean...Och I'm no even goin' there . Today definitely felt like the mornin' after the night before. I might as well have had a hangover I couldnae face anything tae eat. Tae be honest I couldnae think aboot anythin' else apart fae that  brown letter on the door mat this mornin'. Good job I got up first otherwise that wid have been mair explaining . It has tae be serious, I mean the same afternoon I'm sittin' at the hospital. How often does that happen? I'm no blamin' the Doc but he needed tae come clean wae me last week instead of tryin' tae pretend that nothing wis wrong. ye think a doctor wid know that ye can look stuff up on the Internet. I wish I hudnae bothered. I never got a wink of sleep thinkin' aboot ma Auntie Jean and poor wee Peggy, and now it looks like it's it's ma turn.
Och there wis a wee wummin' sat next tae me in the hospital , I felt like she wanted tae speak tae me but I just couldnae my throat wis that dry, I couldnae even look at her, she must have been goin' through what I'm going through. I jist thought, please let them take me first so I can get out of here and get back tae wee Madonna; wee soul.

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