The Waiting Game

Sixteen days since his admission, my dad remains in situ at the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI). This enduring recuperation an unavoidable consequence of the major surgery he underwent last Wednesday. It's been a tough time for the undemonstrative Yorkshire gent. His malcontent exacerbated by his struggle to tolerate his role of patient in the latest episode of the drama The Strachan... Continue Reading →

Have You Put The Irish Lottery On, Mags?

My dad underwent a lengthy operation on Wednesday. For confidentially reasons, I’m not going to elaborate on the actual procedure undertaken; unless you’re prepared to buy me a pint, in which case my discretion can go bollocks. He’s been a real trooper throughout this challenging stay, in particular with his attempts at suppressing his occasionally... Continue Reading →

Arthur’s Pre-Op OCD

An elderly close family member is due to undergo surgery today, a lengthy procedure that will leave him bed bound for a number of days. It’s surgery that’s not without risk at his age, however it's a necessity to remove a highly aggressive malignancy. Despite the pain he is experiencing from this abnormal tissue growth, there has been... Continue Reading →

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