Finding myself wide awake at two o’clock I got up
and spent a couple of hours working on my latest Wherigo project. By half past
three the second game (of sixteen) was written, tested and ready. In this one you get to “follow the Yellow Brick Road” together with some really irritating music.
Flushed with success I then built the first
brainteaser game in less than an hour.
I was rather impressed with how quickly this all
went together compared with the hard work and disasters I’d had with the first
game.
I went back to bed just before four o’clock,
finally falling asleep five minutes before the alarm went off at half past
five.
We got up, got ready and "er indoors TM" dropped me at
the day surgery unit at the Kent and Canterbury hospital. Today’s operation had
been scheduled for January 2017, but as I was starting the new job I’d asked if
we could put it off a little. What with one cock-up after another by the admin
I finally got the nasal re-bore today.
I sat
and waited with the Great Unwashed, and tried not to laugh out loud at some of
them. One bloke loudly announced that he was going to get his wife a bar of
chocolate as she’d not eaten since yesterday. He got rather aggressive when the
nursing staff told him that she wasn’t to eat anything. He said that chocolate
didn’t count as food, and then listed every single brand of chocolate bar know
to science just in case one might be permitted. Finally he conceded defeat, and
said he’d just get her jelly babies and walked off (presumably in the
direction of a shop).
I got
called through to a ward where I went through all the paperwork with the nurse,
and chatted with the anaesthetist and the surgeon. I then got into the surgical
gown, got my book out and waited. There was a lot of waiting today. Mind you I
think I waited better than some did. After five minutes the chap in the next
bay changed out of his surgical garb back into his clothes and went up to the
nurses’ station. He loudly told them that because he was psychotic he was going
out, and that they could ring him on his mobile when they were ready for him.
Another
argument kicked off.
And then there was a third set-to when some chap
was furious to be told that he couldn’t drive himself home after a general
anaesthetic. Despite having been told this months ago, he’d driven to the hospital
anyway, and was frantically phoning everyone he knew as the staff were refusing
to operate unless he could give them details of who would be driving him home.
And these people are allowed to vote, you know…
My time came. In the past when I’ve been knocked
out it has been in a side-room. Today I was taken into the operating theatre to
be gassed. I must admit it was rather daunting, but an hour later I was sitting
up in the recovery suite chatting with the staff. I was amazed that my nose was
clear and that I could breathe, and I was also amazed at how well I seemed to
be compared to everyone else who hadn’t come out of the anaesthetic quite as
well as I had.
I was taken back to the ward where I sat and
waited. I read my book for a bit until the surgeon came for a chat. All had
gone well. He’d removed three polyps; each the size of a golf ball.
Drips were removed, I got dressed. It wasn’t long
before Cheryl was outside to drive me home.
Once home I slobbed in front of the telly for a
while. I felt rather spaced out; apparently once all the surgery was done
they’d dusted the inside of my sinuses with cocaine to restrict the bleeding.
I dozed in front of the telly for quite a while. I
hope this cocaine wears off soon.
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