WRITTEN BY MICK
We are both fascinated how this journey is far from being just about us. Yesterday I arrived at the hospital to find my girlie sitting up in bed, holding court describing the ins and outs of her new pooh-pal and dodgy date to two ward buddies, Mark and Carmelina.
Mark, 24, is prepping for an op to remove an ingrown hair from his bumhole which keeps getting infected. He became a father two days before being admitted and the baby is also in the hospital because it’s not feeding properly. 20 yo Carmelina was scheduled for a throat op in three weeks but has since developed an infected abscess in the area, but she certainly wasn’t about to let that stop her chatting. Unfortunately Ashley, 29, the remaining patient in the room, was trying to eat his lunch during Prue’s informative poohfest. He snapped his leg in half whilst running barefoot down a set of concrete steps at night and then had to drag himself 100 metres to a road to get help. He’s since spent 10 weeks between Tweed and Lismore hospitals.
Their stories were both eye opening and sad, sad because of the disruption to such young lives. Ashley had to give up his job as a result of his leg. It makes you realise that we could have easily found ourselves in any of their situations during that period of our lives. Clearly, a bonding occurs in these situations and the glue, as I see it, is called humanity. We wouldn’t take a second look at these guys in the street but here they were, eating, sleeping, farting, groaning and moaning with my girl… and now privy to the innermost secrets of her brand new sphincter.
Finally, I need to vent over my tragic involvement with computers. Believe me when I say these first few blog posts have been a labour of love. This desktop, belonging to PM3 Art and Design, has come within a fucking millabyte of being heaved through the fucking front window. I don’t get how a page of text that’s taken a so-not-a-typist hours to create can simply disappear into the ether. When I use my drill to work on the wall of a house, I’m yet to have a wall disappear, but when it comes to these bloody bundles of bits and bytes, the equivalent of the whole fucking house disappears. I know it’s not a ‘me’ thing cos when I google ‘How to locate a missing house’ it’s like entire suburbs have gone missing on other users and they too are none the bloody wiser.
By the way, the girlie is going great. It’s me you’ve gotta worry about!