MRSA? No thanks

So I finally had the old tonsils whipped out and what better thing to do whilst hooked up to your drip, a photoblog.
Heads up everyone, my real age is about to be revealed


This chap brought Ribena, checked his own pulse rate and temperature and made me watch X Factor, the one time I literally couldn’t get away.


In hospital they have seperate bathrooms for patients with or without MRSA, how terrifying is that? Maybe they should clean their windows more often


The good thing was that I had 4 Music by my bed and was cheered up no end by Estelle and Kayne



Lost In Paris’ resident poet, Kat Garbo, wrote me a poem to make me feel better:
Alex you are silent now,
But that won’t be for long,
See you’ll get better soon,
And at least your tonsils are gone!