In exactly a week's time, I'll be having a session of cranial sacral therapy, to help me get rid of the linering aneasthetic.

Before that (hopefully aneasthetised) I face the surgeon's knife for a repair of my umnbilical hernia, on Monday. (symbolic, perhaps that with all the issues I have with my mother that my tummy button has caused me so much problems).

Waiting - especially this week which is an odd week, anyway - is making me restless. This operation has been on and off the cards for 2 years or so, postponed when I moved and also because my blood pressure has been too high. It's down now, but does leap around yo-yo like. And aprt of me, the child-coward, would love another postponement...

But, no - lets gone with it, and life afterwards