Morning bloggers. You know how they say that love the second time round never works? Well I'm living proof that it isn't so. Me and the push-button-morphine-on-demand machine are here to re-affirm our views, stand up in front of the world and say that cross-bio-mechanical love is good, it is a valid lifestyle choice and we don't care who knows it. I've had a sleep, dear readers, a SLEEP. Yes, it was only 4 hours (we don't want to rush into new experiences too quickly), yes I was in agony when I woke up (I've yet to train my body to push buttons in my sleep - how do some of my colleagues manage it?) and yes I'm awake now (to the fact that the nurse on duty doesn't know to get hold of a new morphine cylinder to replenish my new love if to nothing else). It was sleep nonetheless and it was blissful (and dreamless as far as I can recall). But she better hurry up and get a replacement cylinder soon or we're all in big trouble - you should hear the noise these things make when they're empty...
In other news, my drain has leaked a bit. My sheets look like they're from a war zone. But not to worry, we've put extra dressings over the drain site and this means everything is OK. Apparently. I'm now not as sure of Alison, my care-giver, as I was last night. :-( Which is a shame because she's lovely and wants to help...
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