The hospital called 10 minutes before I was due to go in and cancelled the appointment.

They will call and let me know when a new appointment has been made for me.

Isn't that nice..?

NO. I went through drinking salty syrup to give me the runs. I couldn't eat for nearly 2 days and I will have to go through it all again at their convenience.

No way mate.

I have had enough.

Next week I am due to see my consultant. I am going to tell him straight. No tubes are going up my arse, not now, not ever.

The disease can't have spread that much in 2 years. Use arithmetic, for Pete's sake use a psychic - just don't use a tube to find out.

So the upshot of my week is this:

1. Have had to take the week off work to prepare and recover from the investigation.

2. Rupert has had to take 2 days off to look after me.

3. I have to go through it all again.

4. I am not happy and still have a sore bum.

I think I will just have to treat us both this weekend (not including the DVD player we are getting on Tuesday).

Ack. Lets hope the weekend goes to plan.

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