With only what I was wearing, had in my pockets and knapsack, I took occupancy of a bed in M ward exchanging my casual attire for a rear-opening gown and pajama style bottoms. Staff were friendly and attentive – appearing at my bedside with uncanny frequency to take my blood pressure, provide a few pills and meals. “Wow” I thought “this is good – better than being home alone”. Managed to borrow a charger for my smartphone so was able to communicate with the world, listen to a small library of self-help audio files I had on the Nexus that I usually listened to while in transit. “We are not sending you home until we get that right eye open … ” so promised my Nurse Practitioner “In the meantime we will look to see if there are any clues in the rest of you – so its CT scans of the entire corpus delecti of Peter Higgins and an MRI of his head”. Dermatologist came by and scheduled a visit later that day to take a biopsy of a swelling on the top of my head. “We’ll get the pathologists report in 5 days to a week – it’s a cancer that could be a angio or lymphatic carsoma”. Yikes – its a cancer! Crikey.