Start the day with an appointment with Frank (GP not barber). Top man as ever he thinks I am doing very well and keeping a remarkably even keel with all the uncertainty in my life. He prescribes some cognitive therapy and gives me home work. I shall more fully explain in a later post. He prays with me and taked my blood pressure. Us bipolar boys are at greater cardio vascular risf (especially us fat ones). Then its off to get JK always a tonic a man with a useless factoid for every occaision and some very useful ones as well as a cracking set of a variety of skills.
Up to the Crowne Plaza to pick up mac and jude. Then its up aintree hospital to drop em off. A tip dont view in firefox the NHS dont believe it exists. Grrrrrrrr.Sloppy web coding.
We drop them at the Sefton Suite (coz Mac was private)its currently impossible to get NHS bariatric surgery in Northern Ireland.
While they are doing the business we go to see Mary B a member of the NW group who is in the surgical assessment unit she dont look well and is fed up. Mac has done well 5 stone down since the op he is seven stone down since his first consult with the surgeon. Business done we head off for lunch at the bottle and glass on the rainford bypass. Then its off to the Asda Walmart giant store at Huyton much to Judes delight. You cant get George clothes in Northern Ireland.Drop em at the airport and i am off home for tea.
Cell group.
A great bunch of lads I decide todays the day I either get fully involved or stop abusing their hospitality and good will. Going to a meeting at frontline with Jean on Thursday.
It was a good meet and the clear unconditional love of the cell members mean theres something special going on.
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