As I've said before, I'm not the most avid TV slave, and I hardly watch any of the tv shows that everybody else keeps talking about. I do, however, have one weakness, and that's hospital shows. I used to follow ER religiously, then came Chicago Hope, and lately it's been House and, I'm ashamed to admit it: Grey's Anatomy. I will always blame my cousin for this one. Anyway; it's closing in on the last episode of this season, and I'm not going to spoil it for anyone, but I will however issue a warning: if you're going to watch the latest episode (nr 22), bring plenty of tissues. Maybe it's me getting older, or more like my dear mum, who knows. But something about this show makes me weep like a baby. Literally: it's not just my eyes tearing up a bit or a lump in my throat, it's full on bawling. Good thing next episode are the finale, let's hope it doesn't make me suicidal.
Another thing that almost make me want to cry these days is my neck. Something has seized up completely, and I am now unable to turn my head to the left. Basically it hurts like hell, radiating up my head and down my left arm, and I'm now heavily self-medicated on anti-inflammatory gel, painkillers and chocolate eggs. Doing farm work is quite impossible in this condition, so I've had to spend a few boring days at home.
I am still waiting intently for an email or telephone from BBC. Any day now. Please?
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