Daily Archives: February 21, 2014

Going under the knife!

Well not so much knife – as key-hole exploration and extraction.

Following last Friday’s un-anaesthetised, pain searing biopsy down under, my doctor referred me for a scan.

The scan revealed no obvious nasties lurking in places where they should not be – but did reveal a simpleĀ ovarian cyst and a fibroid (possible cause of the ‘just over a month’ long bleeding)

This was then referred to the gynaecologist, who I saw today.

Lovely lady, who is actually the first person to suggest I have a blood test as it probably is all hormonally induced (bloody things), and is going to prod, poke and remove all things that shouldn’t be there – this time thankfully I get to be asleep. (Not that that thought doesn’t fill me with a sense of panic and stress – don’t like hospitals)

I got my paperwork for next week, whilst waiting for my blood test, and rather than worrying about what was going to be done, my immediate reaction was “I can’t stay in hospital overnight! I’ve got SC to look after!”

OK, I’m a totally sad person, in so far as I have never spent a night away from SC. Even when I have been on training courses, I have always got home and driven back the following day rather than stay away.

After speaking to the doctor, I will be able to be sent home as soon as she gives me the all-clear – general alertness after sleepiness I suspect, and pain level – and after a 6pm operation I reckon I can still make it home before 11pm and all the party-goers on a Friday night šŸ˜‰

I’d better be – I’ve got a charity night to run on Saturday night!

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Friday Poem – The Genius of the Crowd

An AMAZING poem by the American poet Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994)crowds

What do you think?

The Genius of the Crowd

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

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