Hospitals. (public)

Hello, been a while. You well?

Well children i have been rather slack on the blogging offensive lately, with ze baby and generally just being an unhealthy motherfucker i canny find the time.
I just spent a week in Frankston Public Hospital. Let me sum it up in one word.
Cunt.
I met some crazy characters and ate some even crazier food, watched Dr Phil, wandered the halls, read numerous womens magazines,stared at the sea and reflected on the usefullness of All Bran.

Dorothy (85): What can i say, you spoke in your sleep......i don't know if you were praying for death but you gave me your newspaper on my first night in and for that i am eternally grateful. And my names not Kevin.

Robert (50): Could you snore any louder asshole?

Mark (31): The nurses were scared of you. I think it had something to do with the blown up rubber glove 'Wilson' and his Wife.

Me (24): It was nice to meet you, it's been a while. Welcome back to reality. Please stay.

Apart from these minor hiccups life is as sweet as pie. Although anger is growing towards those who feel the need to tell me the same things over and over and over. Thank you for noticing i've lost weight, i've been throwing up for 2 weeks and watching myself waste away but thank you for throwing that back in my face every 5 minutes. Fuck you very much.