At this current moment in time, I am sitting in the Supportive Care Unit (I might not actually be called a ‘Unit’, but it sounds more official) on the Haematology floor of the Macmillan Cancer Centre. This is the second time I have been treated up here, and I mean no disrespect to the people I saw for 25 weeks on the second floor, but the patients up here are far more attractive than the patients on the second floor. It’s a true story. I belong here.

I am not talking about about Hollywood looks, this is the real world where 28 year olds get cancer and you cannot fast forward to the happy ending, but there are one or two people who can be classed as being pleasant on the eye. Obviously, there is an old lady to my right, who I am sure in her youth, was a looker. There are two young men in my bay. When I say young, what I mean is under 50. One, apart from the fact he is wearing a distressed laced boot beneath his fitted jeans is very attractive. I strongly approve of the rest of his outfit. His Irish accent probably helps this and the fact he is reading a book. It’s always nice to know that a man can read. He has not noticed my presence, despite my attempts at drawing attention to myself by declaring that “I am a lady” to my nurse. There was a context to this, but it probably was not necessary and was for his benefit. He’d love me if he really knew me.

The other young male is sitting opposite. On second glance, beauty is not in the eye of the beholder in this instance, despite the fact he is in my age bracket. I am not turned off by the bag of blood attached to his semi permanent line. I am open to anything, but I am not really a fan off the fact he does not seem to be able to breathe with his mouth closed. He also keeps staring at my boobies and I do not think that is appropriate. I have a cannula sticking out my vein and I may or may not keep sucking my thumb forgetting that I am in public. Oh, I just heard his voice. Definitely, No.

If you are wondering why I am rating people by their attractiveness, it is because I am empty, vain and, erm, ripe. I continue to be ripe. I could sit here and tell you about how much I enjoyed having my echocardiogram on Monday, but that is not for now. Nobody needs to be privy to the crudeness that can exist inside my mind during this period of limbo. Nobody.

I am not yet a deviant. Phew. The handsome Irish man has now been replaced by an elderly gentleman wearing a sky blue jumper, black cords with a thread veined face and grey hair sweeping cross his naked crown. I can confirm that I do not fancy him.

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4 thoughts on “Horn

  1. Deborah says:

    I hope I have rated highly on the attractiveness scale as I also sitting on Floor 4 waiting to see the consultant. I shall have to do some rating of my own and we could compare notes!

  2. Lorna A. says:

    What are you pair like! 😉

  3. lexsborgia says:

    Ok E.J. I’m sitting in the Institute(SAE), showing a ‘desperate’ student next2me how to manage her blog. I’m talking to another Journalist thru Email, there’s someone on Skype: No of those people made me laugh. My notebook is down to 50min, then I get your post in my inbox(reading it there) and I’m laughing after line 5(the cream of hospital desserts!!!):2nd must be really bad; welcome2the big time.

    You are so funny, you make me laugh each time. I can see you now, eyeing up the boys and taking in your environment in an ‘Edgar Allen Poe’ mannier… and you love having your boobies get some attention. My last post is about boobies, and the trouble they have cause here in Germany. You better not give up, Batgirl, because I really want to have a good hearty laugh with you some day. Akku is dead. Have2run.
    The Irishman’s replacement sounds interesting and somewhat more ‘cultured.’ Take him down, Batgirl.

    You are ’empty, vain and ripe?’ In deed. Ripe for the taking. Restrain yourself.

    Thank you in advance for all the naughtiness yet to come.
    Cheers, thanks a lot.

  4. you adorably naughty girl! i laughed out loud at this post. i am 67 yrs old, married to my beloved for 46 yrs, and i can still appreciate some good eye candy!

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