Is that right? Did you really say that?

Oh, @Joannie That story rings a bell.

Dear Johnno, who was captain of Team Titty (my support team) used to drive me to all my Melbourne appointments in 2006/7. He was such a good man. Sadly, he was killed in a car accident in 2011. This time I have taken up offers from a variety of people  when I haven't been able to drive myself.

The one that takes the cake is a woman who arrived late to collect me up, drove like a maniac down the Hume to make up time, picked me up late after my procedure then insisted we drive out to some dreadful place so she could introduce me to her friends. She settled in for a good chat for over an hour while I (the main topic of conversation) lay on a couch and tried not to spew. Then, since I wasn't hungry, she bought take away curry, ate it in the car in peal hour traffic, drove like a maniac back up the Hume while steering with her knees and fishing around I the back seat for fuck knows what every ten minutes.

I'd rather walk.