vifferman

So anyway, after the "lawnmow the vifferman's bits derby", I was evidently wheeled into theatre,and the anaesthetist and perfusionist conspired between themselves to try and balance me just neatly on the very thin edge between being dead and alive, using temperature, weird chemicals, machines that go "Beep!" and more'n likely a few arcane and black arts.This achieved, they stopped my heart going "pah-Dump!...swish...pah-Dump!" Then the eminiently skilled and highly paid (when I send him his cheque) ...

Well. What a saga that turned out to be.
Was admitted to Mercy hospitule in Remuera on Thursday 17th. Had the weirdest experience of my life when two of the lovely nurses tag-teamed shaved me like a weasel. I almost laughed it was so weird, especially with two batter-powered lawnmowers vrooming up and down. Then nurse #3 decided the other two were on crack or summat, tut-tutted, and had another go. So I ended up with a bald head (genes), a brazillion, bald arms ...