I'm back! And I can't sit too long on this seat as the family-jewels are complaining.
So briefly, my sojourn In St Vinnie's Hospital was OK except for the two hours and ten minutes on the Cutting Board. Being that it was necessary for controlled breathing, I was awake for the procedure. A local Anesthetic only around the nether regions did its best but far from 100per cent, then of course being trussed like a turkey and unable to scratch an ear or ones nose can be annoying.
Ah! the feeling of relief when trundled on to the mobile bed then given water so my mouth could speak again.
In the wash up it was announced I had now delayed my departure date, thanks to a little inconvenience, and I thanked those who performed the little miracle.
Walking is a little uncomfortable, my gait could be likened to that of a Macedonian donkey jockey. Ta for now. Vest.