I've been thinking about what my next subject should be, how I have to get on with my life and try to find a way to combine my frequent hospital visits with all the other things I want and need to do.

I know that I want to get this annoying blood thing out of the way, how I have a love hate relationship with my catheter and that for the love of milkshakes I want to have a proper bath or shower. I get ecstatic by the thought of letting shampoo run all over my body and how I'd love to dip all the way under the water and be covered in bubble bath ... ah bubble bath. Do not think that I not bathe myself but I have to keep this catheter dry so it's quite complicated. I already had wild plans of inventing a special catheter shower bra but what are men going to wear? On the other hand the catheter is quite fantastic as they can hook up everything to the thing. If they need to draw blood they don't have to mutilate me with scary needles as they can draw it right out of it. You know it's there to make me better. I must try to embrace it.

I've decided to cover more of my life, instead of just writing about my rooms, my food and my projects. You see life is quite fragile, one minute you're happily walking around the next minute you have to deal with a catheter in your chest. I never thought I would have one of these in my chest, I thought I would be healthy until my 95th birthday and than die in my sleep.

If pigs could fly, right?