I broke my word.
Of course.
I shall have to try harder.
Of course.
I know that the last thing I want to be is inconsistent. I am typically unreliable in the extreme. I keep a deep mental list of the times I have let people down and what I can do to make amends. Many of the people on the list have long since past out of my life. I still feel guilty of course.
Unreliable narration is and always has been a pleasure of mine. It is less pleasant in first person.

I was in a hospital today. A friend of mine has cysts on her ovaries. She will likely never have children.
To remove the cysts they inflate the abdomen first with carbon dioxide to allow operation and then with saline solution to prevent scar tissue forming. The abdomen swells like a body bloating with corpse gas.

Coming round on morphine is like waking up the day after losing a loved one. Bliss followed by realisation and then despair. Blessed are the forgetful.

She is a catholic, lapsed. The urge to go forth and multiply hasn't diminished though. As the diagnosis unfurls, meaning leaks from her life. She hasn't cried but she wants to be alone.

I leave. I used alcohol hand sanitiser seventeen times during my visit.

Today is Wednesday the 19th of March, 2014, and I shall write again tomorrow. I hope.