Here I am in hospital for the second time in my life.
The first time was way back in 1966 when I had an argument with the back-end of a coal wagon whilst riding to work on my Triumph T90 motorcycle. I lost!! and ended up spending 5 days in hospital with two cracked ribs and a fractured wrist, and 6 weeks off work.
Here I am again, some 54 years later, second night in hospital and just a tad more serious than the first visit. Having been diagnosed with oesophageal cancer about 5 weeks ago, the last six days barely able to eat or drink anything and becoming severely dehydrated, ending up on Tuesday night at the end of an IV drip feed.
Still on the drip feed and hoping to have what they call a 'stent' inserted later today which should enable me to eat and drink normally, at home
, to get some weight back to continue the fight.
Still, at 72, I guess I've been somewhat lucky considering I'm still riding a motorcycle and I did smoke from the age of 12 until I stopped in 1992.
I guess you could say both visits are down to me!!!!! but what the hell - that's life......