Yesterday I was burning rubber again between my house and the hospital for pre-op procedures. The first appointment was at 9am in the Nuclear building. The doctor looked me straight in the eye and said 'This procedure won't hurt,' then she thrust 3 very long needles into me. She lied. Of course it hurt.
The second appointment was at 11.45am so I had over 2 hours to kill. With shops and cafes still closed I decided to go for a walk along the river. May has not been a typical month this year, cold with lots of rain, so the path was muddy. Undeterred I trudged on and managed to waste an hour of the waiting time. On my return to the hospital I wound myself round several corridors and ended up in a waiting room all by myself. After about half an hour a voice in the corridor called to a colleague, 'Who's left all this mud everywhere?' I looked down at my boots and there on my trousers, my boots and the surrounding area was mud. Later when I left the hospital I could trace my journey to the exit just by following the trail of mud.
Meanwhile, the second doctor didn't bother telling me that it wouldn't hurt. She pushed 5 or 6 long needles in me without a second thought. After all only a fool would think that 6 needles weren't going to cause some pain. Leaving the hospital with about 6 layers of plasters on me I was threatened with virtual annihilation if I so much as attempted to remove them. I wouldn't dare.
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