‘Ere. She says she’s not dead!

DEAD PERSON:

I’m not dead!

CART MASTER:

‘Ere. He says he’s not dead!

CUSTOMER:

Yes, he is.

DEAD PERSON:

I’m not!

CART MASTER:

He isn’t?

CUSTOMER:

Well, he will be soon. He’s very ill.

DEAD PERSON:

I’m getting better!

CUSTOMER:

No, you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.

CART MASTER:

Oh, I can’t take him like that. It’s against regulations.

DEAD PERSON:

I don’t want to go on the cart!

CUSTOMER:

Oh, don’t be such a baby.

CART MASTER:

I can’t take him.

DEAD PERSON:

I feel fine!

CUSTOMER:

Well, do us a favour.

CART MASTER:

I can’t.

CUSTOMER:

Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won’t be long.

CART MASTER:

No, I’ve got to go to the Robinsons’. They’ve lost nine today.

CUSTOMER:

Well, when’s your next round?

CART MASTER:

Thursday.

DEAD PERSON:

I think I’ll go for a walk.

CUSTOMER:

You’re not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn’t there something you can do?

DEAD PERSON: [singing]

I feel happy. I feel happy.

[whop]

 

No, I am not dead.  Struggling a lot right now with bleo damaged lungs, yes.   Watching too much Monty Python, yes.  But, dead, no.  Wouldn’t go so far as to start singing “I feel happy, I feel happy,” but I do not want to go on the cart.  At least not yet.

If you don’t hear from me again, you can assume I am out cutting down the mightiest tree in the forest with … yes, you guessed right, a herring.

Tags: ABVD, bleomycin, cancer, chemotherapy, hematology, Hodgkin's Disease, lungs, oncology