Came of the operating theatre mostly intact. A chuck of my medial meniscus has gone to some incinerator out the back...
No golf for a while. No stairs (the doctor ordered me to take the lift - excellent!) And shit, no business class upgrade yet for the trip to Melbounre next week. This last sad fact is unrelated to the operation.
Potentially Funny Story: After I was admitted, the anaesthetist read the chart wrongly. She came in to greet me, expecting so see 124cm tall 177kg beach-ball-shaped person. She was pleasantly surprised to find the numbers were the other way around, and that I was merely beer-belly obese and not pathologically deformed.
I will laugh about this only when I stop worrying about all the other things she might have misread as well.
OK, still a bit groggy. Need to lie down. And damn, there was no pre-med!
But still alive.
Thanks for your thoughts, those of you capable of higher brain functions.
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
take care gorgeous!!! Shame about the lack of pethidene!!!!!
Hope to catch up in Melbourne!
Good to know you made it home.
Glad to hear you're okay. Take care of yourself, hun.
damn ... locked out!
Oh -- meant to say - take it easy - you have a good excuse.
...and a comment on your long lost civilization ... er .. comments..
...how do you make a link here???
So the nurses did not live up to the fantasy huh?
you're in the best state of mind to read pynchon! glad you're ok...
Jen: arriving Tuesday. Will call.
Mia: slept for 10hrs.
xVPS - shall do, ta.
Mark - you need computer traing so urgently... but thanks...
Indy - And the nurses were not HOT. Even the "Relief:sexual Sub-class: oral " clause of my Medical Insurance would refuse to pay.
Sav - it would all make sense, in some unfolding of the plot convolutions. doors of perception way! Did you see that media-whore Pynchon was on the Simpsons? AGAIN!
Just saw this and glad to know it went well. When does it return to normal?