What can I say, it was an odd day. My friends (TT) found out about the whole pneumothorax thing, she seemed pretty worried and wished me well. Should I feel guilty for not having told her, given I had the chance. I don't know. We're not that close any more anyway.

One of my good friends (NF) was attacked in (G) by a group of NEDs as well. I wish I could have been there to help him. Saying that he coped really well and I'm glad he's not worse off, nothing worse than a bust lip and black eye, he reported. He said that he managed to fend them off and get a few shots in at them before escaping.

I'm going for an X-ray tomorrow, I must have been pretty worried today. (AH) was constantly asking whether I was okay. I don't mind though, he's very caring. Getting a lot of pain again too, which had receded for a while. Let's hope I get good news.