It was time. We went to the Day Care ward and waited until I was called upon. This is where Terry had his last photograph inside me (see below). He’s a cheeky little thing.

As I put my ‘dress’ on I began to think ’This is it’ and started to get a little nervous. I was wearing totally the wrong nickers for this, if my dress came apart at the back, all the OAPs would see my red and yellow spotty pants!  I got a nurse to tie it up tight so that this did not happen. They asked me roughly one million questions about my name, age, DOB, and all the ones you answer no to; Diabetes? No. Asthma? No. Taking any medication? No. Gonorrhea? No.

…I then got escorted through to the Operating room and was given a silly hat to put on. I lay on the table bracing myself, there were five people in the room discussing Terry. No ones ever given him this much attention. They finally wrapped several towels around me and one that left a square for Terry to see through. It was a local anesthetic so the surgeons started to mention needles.. now I’ve never really had a problem with needles, I’ve given blood before and that wasn’t too bad, but a three inch needle going into my neck numerous times didn’t tickle my fancy. I closed my eyes and told them to talk to me, I couldn’t bare the silence. “What’s your job?” – “I’m a, ouughh, oww, student” – “What are you studying?” – “Stage, ahh, management”. After more chit-chat, he claimed “all done”. I thought, what?? That was fast.. but no, he explained that he meant the anesthetic part was done. Wishful thinking on my part. He carried on as I explained who Terry was, and the blog I am writing and how much I wanted a picture of Terry when he was out. From then on they too recognised my Cyst as Terry. “Terry’s nearly out” they’d say. “You can nearly see him”. I was so excited. For so long he’s been under my skin and soon I’d see him in the flesh!

They snipped him off and they put him in front of me on a white towel. This tiny red ball. This lump of flesh. This disgusting little sphere! Soon after they put him in a pot and let me take a photo of him. After three hours from first entering the hospital I was released to catch the bus home with Ian.

It was a pleasant day.

Thankyou to the 17 people that have checked out my site in the last 22 hours.

The end is Nigh. I have to Sigh, at my past and present but I have no future.

CHLOE IS A MURDERER

Bitch.

Although I have fond mememories, like the time she took me to the park to play amongst the grass.

I have seen all the things Chloe has done that no one else has. Like when she picks her nose, or goes to the loo or gets intimate with a man. I think this is called ‘Secs’

Farewell to those that have known me, like Lola that poked me, my grandmother that said it was the first thing people noticed about Chloe (My proudest moment) To those that dared not ask, to Ian that hated me, and most of all Chloe for not getting rid of me sooner.

God Bless

Yours Truly, Faithfully & Sincerely

 Tez

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Zone(s): 5, 4 Average journey time: 5 mins
Zone(s): 5, 4

Sidcup Rail Station
Mottingham Station Stop: MN
Take the Route Bus 161 towards North Greenwich Station

Buses every: 10 mins
Max journey time: 28 mins

Mottingham Station
Queen Elizabeth Hosp/Main Entr
Walk to SE18 4QH
Average journey time: 2 mins

Queen Elizabeth Hosp/Main Entr

12:12 SE18 4QH

13.00 Operation

14.00 Tests

15.00 Obliteration

19.00 Funeral Party

0.00 Chloe dreams of Terry

Things I like about Terry:

• He’s Round
• He Squigy
• He’s Grows and Shrinks
• He is made of Fat

 I am so so Sorry Terry.