1st July, 2026: New Brunswick.
I think it’s official.
No, I know it’s official.
It’s Wednesday!
Although quite why I thought it was Tuesday, I don’t know.
I spent most of Friday, just gone, convinced it was Saturday.
Why do people’s brain do that?
Tell them it’s Day A, when it’s actually Day B?
I wish I knew.
It would possibly explain a lot!
~≈📆≈~
On other fronts?
I had a letter, the other day: from the NHS hospital that had carried out my most recent stool sample tests.
The letter told me I was — thankfully! — free of any issues.
I have to admit to mixed feelings.
On the one hand, ‘free of any issues’ means I have nothing that needs removing.
No polyps, no cancerous bodies.
It also means I’ve avoided a colonoscopy.
Which is a good thing: as effective as they are, they’re not exactly comfortable!
On the other hand?
I’ve got the worry that the test has missed something.
And that — as uncomfortable as the procedure is — having a colonoscopy means I could be certain I’m free of bowel cancer.
It’s … well …
It’s a mixed result, I think.
~≈🚑≈~
