Granny’s Bloody Thursday

Good Morning All.

No…I am NOT swearing.
Yet.
Menopausal Ex(MEX) had a growth cut out of the top of his head yesterday.
For the second time.
He had bled during the night and asked me to put some antibiotic cream on the wound.
Now I don’t know about you lot but I take a couple of hours to wake up.
My eyes take about an hour to focus properly.
Which makes the drive over the mountain even more exciting.
I have no idea where I put that ointment.
Probably on the dried blood.
I find it strange that the doctor didn’t shave the area.
How the hell he managed to put all thoses stitches in around the hair is a mystery.
OK…Mex does not have a LOT of hair.
What is there is thinning.
At a rapid rate.
Still….I would have thought it would have been more hygenic to have shaved him first.

The wound is BIG.
The doctor then pulled a flap of skin over it to stitch it back.
Tight.
I looked at Mex last night.
The wrinkles are still there.
I would have expected a bit of a face lift.
But that is me.

It is funny how our/my mind works.
Blood doesn’t worry me at all.
I wanted to be a nurse.
For a very brief moment.
I think I would have been ok as a theatre nurse.
However, I think that, in order to become one, you first have to
do the vomit and pooh thing.
THIS would have been a major problem.

OK…coffee calling.
Have a great day.

There was a family gathering, with all generations around the table.

Mischievous teenagers put a Viagra tablet into Grandpa’s drink, and after a while, Grandpa excused himself because he had to go to the toilet.
When he returned, however, his trousers are wet all over.
‘What happened, Grandpa?’ he is asked by his concerned children.
‘Well,’ he answered, ‘I don’t really know.  I had to go to the toilet.
So I took it out and started to pee, but then I saw that it wasn’t mine, so I put it back!’