Quarantine

So I'm back in the world of the living now that Operation Ribby is officially concluded.

And let me tell you - I have seen probably dozens of films in my lifetime that involved nurses, as I'm sure we all have. None of them were true. Except perhaps "Carry on Matron", which wasn't the first one I was thinking of before I went in.

Apart from that, and the horrendously invasive trauma that is hip surgery, it wasn't quite as bad as I would have expected. The food was acceptable, the nursing staff were pretty good (except for the lack of sexual relief I had primed my self for) and the general anaesthetic ruled.

I'll update you on some of the stuff in the near future, but at the moment most of my posts will be this sort of length as I can't sit still for too long because of the pain.

The first anecdote I shall give you is the night before I went into the hospital however. I went for a few beers with SilverSurfer and when I suggested we extend the evening to an all-night drink session he declined due to prior commitments. Fortunately he was hit with the comment "but what if I die on the operating table tomorrow" and stayed out for the duration. Most people would have just requested my stereo. Guess his is better than mine.