Charlie Goes To Dinner
Our lovable but Naughty Girl Does it Again!
Charlie Goes to Dinner
It was in the late 1980s when I was in hospital having an operation that this specific Charlie escapade occurred.
It was an emergency operation for the removal of my gall bladder and back then this was an operation to be reckoned with; at the time I was told by a medical practitioner that it was second only to a heart transplant! I was informed that I would be quite ill for some time and, that also I would need a recuperation period for some 6 weeks. So all my arrangements had to be organised in a hurry — in less than a week!
I have to say that this period was an extremely hard time for me, not only had I been ill for so long, but I also had a stalker, plus I was also enjoying the ministrations of a doctor who had not listened to me or even thought about my symptoms for some 5 years. I was a single mother and my then local dr. kept telling me that my pain and agony was because I was suffering from some type of neurosis due to my “affliction” of being in this situation! He even gave me some hugely nasty anti-depressive tablets. I took one and felt I was looking at the world below whilst hanging off the ceiling, so naturally, they all ended up down the loo…obviously neither helpful nor suitable for me. Anyone who has suffered from gall bladder pain will know what…
