It comes with distant memories of happiness and fun
A dejavu of joy and games while bathing in the sun.
Unready to reveal herself and make your core burn wild
You see it in a distant veil of mistery undone.
Then she reveals herself to you, your skin's a burning hell
Your humid soul begins to steam leaving it's puny cell.
A thousand suns boiling your body to a helpless little child
No fear as summer's symphony soothes you with
My my how things change. I log on after being away a while and am met with a message that Dear Sigmund is an Administrator (never heard of him), Jennywocky has joined the staff (never heard of her either). Scruffy? Who's that? It appears Scruffy has left the staff. Ah, and Promethea (we've spoken) has left the staff (leave of absence) and IF I have questions I can ask TreeBob (I recall the name). Perhaps I just need to visit a bit more frequently? Post a bit more to get my status up there?
Aw yeaaaaah, nothing beats the smell of home. On my mum's bed now since my own bed is naked. No sheets on it! I got some of my pillows and soft toys with me though, so that's great! Read a bit....oh, the taxi driver was very nice, talking to me about history and stuff.
What else? Ahhhh flame of dedication is in my laptop at grandma's. So, for now:
7 dinner, g exercise
8 taxi home
9 settle down
Have to get up at 4 tomorrow!
Okay, so when you enter the hospital for surgery, the first thing you do is to get checked in at reception or wherever they’ve sent you for the admin stuff. What happens is they’ll check your details, key stuff in about your identity, and food preferences over the stay, along with insurance stuff. Insurance here is important because you have to make sure you choose the right one. Some private insurance give a payout at the end for not using them, so it’s mostly better to use a public one if you
*bowl smashes onto the floor and breaks into two*
Grandma: Oh no, why did that happen?
Me: Ah, it’s like that.
*reaches under the table to pick up the smaller piece*
Aunt: A bowl in the basket? Oh, it’s broken.
*me pushing the commode back into place.*
Grandma: Can you cut my toenails for me?
Me: Uh, sure.