Missive One - checking in

So, finally admitted onto the ward on the third attempt. Nevr drunk so much bad hospital tea as I did waiting, tasted awful.
So, here I am, waiting for Shevy to come back with a pre-packaged sandwich for my dinner. They've poked me, prodded me and even stabbed me with a needle. So far its much like being an outpatient, but in a much noisier room...

In fact the only thing I think he has left to do so far is attempt, once again, to make me sterile by X-raying me. They'll not succeed though I came armed for such eventualities... I have a stick and a bad attitude!

So far the food side of things hasn't been so bad, mostly because they haven't fed me yet! I suspect that may change tomorrow when I (hopefully) have my first lunch... I am kind of assuming that even the NHS can get a bowl of cereal right. I may get a surprise in the morning though I guess.

Well, not a lot to say from here I guess, so I shall sign off and wish you all the best.

- Liam