Hospital visit

I took this afternoon off work so I could see to my fiancee in St Teresa's: this has meant an afternoon of walking back and forth between the hospital Starbucks and the room on the ward. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to have a Starbucks in a hospital. What if you binge on coffee and then they can't anaesthetise you when it's time to saw off the top of your head? That could be quite distressing.

Especially if you'd only been in about an ingrowing toenail.

St Teresa's Hospital

I'm sitting in St Teresa's hospital waiting for my fiancee to be admitted, and I'm a bit concerned by the mural. It says "Jesus Please Heal Me" which doesn't suggest they have much faith in modern medical techniques.

Broken again

Through a combination of over-exuberance, sleep deprivation and arriving ahead of my competence, I did something horrible to my left big toe yesterday, gouging the nail and making the toe itself turn purple and swell up.

Ouch

I was just about to eat some toast when there was a loud crash and a sound of pain from behind me, and I turned to see my girlfriend on the floor.

I never touched her, honest.