Not so happy days recently having spent a number of nights in hospital following what should have been routine surgery....Day 1: Operation then out of it on drugs... the good life!
Day 2: Cheese Sandwich (uneaten), sick (not because of wine honest!), hospital radio request - Chicago!!!
Day 3: Gun slinging male nurse 'accidently' pushed out of a second floor window.
Day 4: Cheshire for recouperation...and pac-man get better soon cake courtesy of Andy
Just as I thought it was all over, I was consumed by agonising pain and it was back to hospital...although this time a different hospital without mental Maltese male nurses and perfectly spherical balls of mashed potatoe with every meal....
Day 1: Made to hug an x-ray machine and then admitted to super ward wth remote control beds
Day 2: Loads of nice food, endless cups of tea, Kraftwerk on Radio 2 whilst eating bakewell tart and custard, Aliens-esque eposide in the shower
Day 3: Looney old lady number one from bed opposite singing hymns at the end of the bed, looney old lady number two next to me wishing she 'could go to that place where they snuff you out' (she meant Switzerland). Kind surgeon telling me I could go home....woo hoo!
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