It's Like Matlock Boating Lake Over Here.

Afternoon followers. And anyone who's clicked on the sexy blog looking for porn and is now sorely disappointed.

I feel that the first piece of news that I should share is my latest chimerism result. 96%. 96%. In case you missed that, 96%. What number do we need for my bone marrow transplant to be deemed successful? 97%. Is my bone marrow taking the p-i-s-s or what? I suppose I should be very happy that it's so close, which I am of course, but it's kind of like getting a Ferrari without the wheels or a sausage cob without the ketchup or a Newky Brown without a bottle opener or pants without a crotch (crotchless pants=the sin of the world) or cheese without some pickle. You get the idea. So, yeah, so close, yet so far. But, it's on the horizon, on horseback, in a bicorne and destroying my ears with a French horn. Bloody French, they never invade when you want them to! Perhaps a giant sponge might solve the problem... Or Mechano. I can do anything with Mechano... I truely wish I knew what I was on about sometimes.

Apart from that and my devil-possessed eye, there's not much going on really. Another one of those quiets before the storms. I have a million appointments in on week sometime at the end of February. Next week there's some serious swabbing to be done, as well as some serious coughing.

Off to 'feel the rain like an English summer'. Ho ho, I wish. Getting a taste of my own medicine of late I am. Out and over.

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