Hello me lovely public, i write so much and yet alas i only still have 15 followers? have i not reached the prison system yet? they are always eager to befriend random people, i could be that person, to give them light at the end of there dark tunnel........ 

So what have i been up to? well you know i have an adventure at every turn, well then triple that if i ever visit the hospital, and i have been up there three times recently, all I'm saying is I'm having 'a procedure' done!!!! now i really wasn't born to be medically 'tampered' with and to get me through the doors involves me having to have a general anaesthetic, so you can tell now that there is drama involved in the next few paragraphs....... 

My first visit was for the actual procedure..... it was only meant to be a 10 min affair, but from the time i had mentioned 'my little problem' to my doctor and she had told me she was referring me to the hospital, and explained how i was to be 'tampered' with i was on high stress alert!!! but i went anyway, only to start hyperventilating and retching (and this was walking down the corridor) so they postponed the procedure and doctor came out to tell me i could have it done under a general (Hannah you best not be laughing??), and that i would need a blood test (phobia) and a scan......EEEEEEK

So i then went back to my doctors for the blood test, of which even though i opted to lie down and La la la'd the whole time was very brave (rewarding myself with chocolate), then i had to go up the hospital for a 'fitness' test, which i did all by myself on my own, involving swabs from my nose (retch) and also swabs from my groin which i hasten to add i had to do myself????? i pay me bloody tax's!!! ooh it was like being in an episode of CSI, funnily enough though i had brushed my teeth, which the nurse informed me was DNA and that it wasn't her area, and i was quite 'unwashed' down below, not realising they were needing said sample..... might be giving a tad more germs than they bargained for!!!!!
  
So anyway, yesterday was trip three, and by far the worst, actually i think i know why now, because i had stopped taking Kalms and rescue remedy!!! but anyway i only decided to read the letter properly whilst in the waiting room, and it said i was to have an IVU!!!!!! well i think the other patients thought i was meant to be in the maternity suite with the heavy breathing/panting i did, and it didn't help that the ladies nattering beside me talked of blood and guts and generally sore and pussie bits...... and then a lady sat opposite me with tubes up her nose AND THEN TOOK THEM OUT!!!!!, so you see when i eventually went in i think it was quite understandable that the mere mention of 'raising my vein' 'inserting a plug thing into my vein' should send me into a hyperventilating state, into someone who threw up his lunch and thinks the reflexes of the nurse in grabbing a kidney dish and catching said sick were second to non, and eventually when said valve was in said vein where it must stay for dye to be  inserted into me should render me to 'loose it' all over again filling another kidney dish, and throwing myself on the floor screaming 'im dying, all Parr the course!! HOWEVER i managed to scan, and though i may of delayed a few patients, would like to commend the staff at our hospital for there VERY patient manner..... now Ive to wait for said 'main procedure requiring a general obviously..........................

  You can stop laughing now Hannah, and hope i never get to your hospital!!!!.

 Well that's it for tonight, i have lots more stories to tell, so tune in again soon..............

  Sp'oon Chal