Sorry, Biatches - I'm still alive.
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, 1st July 2010 at 13:07 (1596 Views)
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 between wrists and elbows, and a bald abdomen. Not what I would consider fashionable.
Next day, I was starved, washed myself all over with antiseptic soap three times (to go with the two the previous night) and left lying around in a sexy nightie. Eventually they gave me some pills and wheeled me off to Pre-Op. While lazing around there, I started to join in on the nurses' conversations, which after a while prompted a "WTF? What'ya doing talking?!! You're supposed to be asleep!
"Not my fault, dudes..."
Eventually, they musta sorted me, because there was a Big Blank Bit, which morphed into The Wonderful World of Pain.