30 July 2011

Guess who just got back today, um, yesterday?

And just like that, Unkie Dave was home.

Yes indeed, for early yesterday afternoon I experienced the Release portion of my latest encounter with the medical profession's Catch and Release programme, being deposited once again upon the streets of Dublin with a glint in my eye and a swagger in my step, and curiously enough after watching the last two episodes of Season Four of 'The Wire' last night, I no longer feel as though my life is as miserable as I did twenty-four hours previously.

Its all about perspective.

According to the Kübler-Ross model of grief I appear to have landed firmly in the fifth and final stage, Acceptance, but if you ask me I haven't spent nearly half enough time on Anger, and will no doubt be making a concerted effort to return to it at some stage in the not-too-distant future.

In the meantime I will continue to console myself with the contents of an emergency care package sent to me by my sister after one of the previous hospital internments, the rather tasty Biscuiteers' First Aid Kit, containing an array of biscuits helpfully shaped like medical implements and surgical accoutrements, just in case I had forgotten for one moment the trauma of recent months.

Which I hadn't.

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At 3:17 pm, Anonymous Felix said...

The biscuiteers are genius! I am so sorry to hear of all the health traumas of late though x

 

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