Gardening in the sun...

That's what I should be doing... Instead, I'm inside, writing. Only pausing to break when I have to. 

This morning, I had to go and see a specialist at Epworth Hospital, in Geelong. I can say that is the best hospital I've seen, and I've seen a few with 27 brain operations. But wow, this place is fantastic! But I regress...

So, I had 2 hours off going to the specialist, saying the weird 'it's as though I'm drunk.' And I haven't had alcohol in a week, and then only a stubby because it was bloody hot! 

I fall down. A lot. I fell down, face first while walking the dog at the cemetery! I told my partner in between tears of self-pity to just cover me in dirt and leave me there. He was shaking with laughter (bastard) when he saw I was okay and helped me up.

The doctor worked out in about ten minutes that I'm having too much Gabapentin, so I have reduce that. If I don't, I'll continue to walk like a drunk... Which personally, I think is better that the nonstop pain! I said to him the pain is manageable now... Unlike when I came last time you were my last hope. I was going to kill myself if he couldn't alleviate it. 

And he alleviated it! Now he wants to take that away? Hmmm I'll have to think about that!

So... as soon as I got back here, I made a cup of coffee and sat to write... 

The Squeeze is at work - where all good men should be!