No, it's not the droogz , or the booze, but all I want to do is get twatted
it'sjust fucking uncertainty, health, as b and w says not working doesn't help, I hate it, I've always worked, I like it.
I'm tryinrg to see my future, i can't imagine I'm gonna go back to being a postman again, I can't take any chances if the fucking NHS get their arses into gear and give ma another set of hips.
what if the surgeon does another shit job and my hips only last 18 months again.
what work am I going to do.
does my wife want to be married to a fucking crip.
just feel like crying and getting pissed.
and why has the NHS taken 6 weeks and still not managed to test how much metal is floating round my blood.
oh and my Nan's dying, soon, just gone into palliative care only
