cuff reconstruction and double breasting

Well, it is done.

Tuesday 19th: What a day. 6 o’clock in the morning up and showered. On the phone to CAVOC ward, Llandough by half past; 3 sharpish visits to the toilet (one of them to splash a rather vigorous stream of urine into and then straight out of, a sample bottle. Perhaps I should have let the pressure drop a bit first…) a rather anxious scamper around the poorly signed grounds and corridors of the hospital and then up the stairs to the ward.

A rush into the 6 bedder, a few checks and questions then, paper pants on, surgeon scribbles on my hand and whoosh! In goes the sleepy juice…

It is a hackneyed phrase, I know, but I have only praise for all the staff in the CAVOC. They were caring, efficient, humorous, gentle and prompt. Spot on.

The surgeon, Geoff ‘Shoulder’ Graham is a marvel. Ask about 12 of the NSO's this last year alone…

Superb.

Now, the frustration for me lies here: I have the time, the inclination and even the stories to tell for the blog; the only thing I don’t have is the ability to type the bludi thing. I have never been the quickest typist (hunt and peck approach to keyboard skills) even with two hands. Halve the strike force and, by the time I have finally typed a word, I have lost:
• the context
• the flow
• several hours
• bladder control

So, I fear I shall have to limit my epic and uproariously amusing contributions in length and frequency (jolly good – ed.). Perhaps little and often...

Suffice to say, moistened toilet tissue isn’t as good in reality as in theory.

PLEASE, ANYONE OUT THERE, POST A COMMENT TO HELP KEEP ME SANE! I AM GOING A LITTLE WOO-WOOO-STIR CRAZY ALREADY