Passed cystoscopy no 9 today. After last year’s shenanigans I was a little nervous. My file is now so fat it has run to a second volume…
Passed checkup number seven last week, no April Fool’s gag, it was more boring than stressful. This picture probably looks less light hearted than it is, a good companion piece to the first test’s snake. Been quiet on the blog front, working on some “professional” personal work, a fake beer label. Quite satisfying to do […]
This is a story of two halves. Bad part first. The idea for this came into my head a couple of years back when I got the letter about my first check up scan. I still feel like a bit of a faker telling people I had cancer, because I never felt sick, but chemo […]
Strictly speaking, this is wristband #6 in my collection, but the fifth check up. All clear. I got some value for money, had a vasectomy thrown in – now with 50% less calories! Hence the “cryptic” previous post.
I drew this Freudian case study while recovering from my “cystoscopy,” a fancy word for having a camera with a robot scraper arm threaded through the eye of your needle. I’m sure I’m supposed to flag this as mature or something.