What I didn't do on my weekend.
Anything, really.
Friday afternoon, some guys I know, good with a blade, cut out the melanoma that’d been sneakily growing on the back of my head where I couldn’t see it.
You come at the king, etc.
So I won that round. I needed a skin graft to fill in the hole, however, so the surgery was a bit gnarlier than usual, and I had to go under general anaesthetic for it. I don’t mind that. It’s kinda like getting a free nap. I thought there was a chance I’d end up staying overnight because my procedure was late in the day, but no. They cut me up and turned me out.
I had a quiet weekend, not much moving around, and a migraine on Sunday, undoubtedly from the broken sleep and added stress. I was still on pain relief from the chop shop, though, so that motherfucker was no bother at all.
It did leave me with a heavy brain fog this morning though.
I’d wanted to get back to work today, but we’ll see how that goes over the next couple of hours. There’s a non-zero chance I’ll just end up bailing out and watching S2 of Slow Horses. I downloaded a couple of eps for my possible overnighter at hospital and watched them at home instead. The first season was good. This is better.
I'm afraid to ask where the graft came from. Could give a whole new meaning to kiss my ass.
Anyway, my brain is fried. The short story is I collapsed giving blood, whacking my head on the way down, woke up and promptly told the girl, "I've forgotten everything". I've definitely forgotten how to go to sleep properly, and when I do, I have these crazy ass dreams of being in a video game. Food tastes like shite so I'm starving but don't want to eat. I don't want to start work just in case I've forgotten how to do that too.
Put the feet up. If i have to get skin grafts after melanoma surgery i'm going to see if they can get a bit from a hair producing spot. And to steal an old joke from the D gen and satanic sketches - i hope the bit with the curly ones will straighten out eventually.