ANOTHER early start – this time into Glasgow and Margaret drops me off in Milngavie at 8am to get the train into town.

My final destination is Forth Valley hospital at Larbert…but any direct public transport from home is non-existent. With that in mind the easiest way sis to go into Glasgow then get a bus from Buchanan Street bus station.

My appointment isn’t until 3.45pm tho’, so I do my usual breakfast/coffee/wifi routine at a McDonalds for a few hours, have a walk around town the catch the bus.

The bus driver, though, decides he isn’t gonna stop at the hospital despite me having got up and standing beside his cab. I press the emergency stop button and told him I thought the bus would stop automatically at the hospital. He replied “I did and no-one got off…”. That’s bollocks, I was standing at the door and he didn’t stop at all. Cunt.

Anyway I get off at. junction and walk back up the road to the hospital. Still a couple of hours ’til my appointment so I have some lunch in the cafeteria and start drinking lots of water as instructed…and rest any urge to go pee.

I’m seen pretty much bang on time at urology and go through the pee flow test, bladder scan, willy and ball examination…and finger up the arse. Now I’ve had the finger exam at the doc’s a few times, but they were nothing compared to this. Let’s just say she was ‘very thorough’!

Anyway, the upshot is that there’s nothing terribly sinister going on but the flow suggests my pee tube is being restricted by my prostate. I’m prescribed two types of medication that, apparently, I’m to be on for the rest of my days.

Margaret’s waiting in the car park to take me back home…I don’t feel like doing much so I chill in front of the fire and play some guitar. Oh, I have a couple beers too…just ‘cos I’m feeling sorry for myself!