Hey everybody! Hey doctor dick!

I was delivered to the hospital by a very nice Saki-reading taxi driver. Then I saw the most beautiful woman in the world number 3, she had white and almost no eyelashes, with red lips, dark hair and inky deep eyes. A Doctor took care of me and when I asked if they were going to remove much of my mastoid bone, the lump behind your ear, he tried to assure me that there would barely a scar, no-one would able to tell.
Well I wanted to inform Mr Doctor that I didn't really give a shit about a scar -who does unless its massive and goes from eye to lip? I just wanted to know how much bone they were going to remove. Moron, just because I'm a young woman and you're an idiot doesn't mean I care about scars.
The Nurse Rosie saw me and she was lovely, and we filled out this form where she asked me if I had heart trouble, palpitations, a cough, dizzyness and a whole host of other ailments. I have never felt so healthy in my life!
Then I got my blood taken from a curt woman who kept eyeing me up like I was being weird. All I did was roll my sleeve up. Anyway she took blood for ages, by the end I had my face turned right round and my hand covering my eyes and the other fist drumming on the chair.
This from the person who when asked by Rosie if she was afraid of needles said 'no'.
Finally managed to wee in a cup and then went home.

Spied some really good chraity shops, if I'm not feeling to woozy after my operation I will ask Jo to stop me outside St Catherine's Hospice. Double fronted, check, obscure charity, check. Its bound to be pure charity gold.