Another owldy . . . . A plane was taking off from Kennedy Airport, and after it reached a comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome to Flight 293, nonstop from New York to Los Angeles. The weather ahead is good, therefore we should have a smooth and uneventful flight. Now, please sit back and relax . . . . OH MY GOD !" Silence . . . . then the captain came back on the intercom and said "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier, but while I was talking, the flight-attendant brought me a cup of coffee and spilled it on my lap. You should see the front of my pants !" A passenger in Economy Class piped up "That's nothing . . . . you should see the back of mine !"
I can relate to this. Both before and after my diagnosis I had more fingers stuck my Jackie than you would believe. Makes it worse once you understand that they don’t actually serve much purpose as a PSA blood test gives far more information.
I just tried the new McDonalds autumn menu . . . . it's not brilliant, but at least it tastes better than their food.
I went for a check up yesterday and the guy stuck his finger up my arse... Do you think I should change dentists?
