DAILY DIARY - "CUT IT OUT" Part Two.

As I was saying about going around the bend... Dear Diary, one can never be absolutely sure. It turned out that they were never going to cut it out yesterday, but will do so shortly. No - shortly does not mean in this case I am lying in a hospital bed waiting. It reminds me of that South African mystery about the difference between now, now-now and just now. Or the local enigma about the relative shortness of a long black coffee.
The surgeon is a very nice man who had a good look and confirmed what I had told the uncertain registrar that a skin graft was essential. And yes the putting your feet up for 5 days was serious as a machine would be attached to my leg to make sure the graft grafted. Did I have someone to look after me at home or should I stay in hospital for that? I quickly voted for my dear family, as one can only imagine the horror of numerous strangers plugging me in and the dreadful notion of bed baths and the like. And no I would not like a general anaesthetic thank you. It's only 45 minutes of the weird sensation of people skinning you for spares while you lie there feeling but not feeling the scalpels.
Did I ever tell you the account of my falling in love whilst in hospital? My reluctance to have a general anaesthetic goes back to the days when scoline was used on me. How was I to know i had Scoline Apnoea?? Bit of a problem when you can't resume breathing. Hold your breathe, diary. My pastoral visitor became my best friend and much to everyone's amazement we were engaged in two months and married in seven. The romance of hospital visiting... Naturally I was quite vulnerable at the time, I hasten to add...
So I am waiting again to hear when I actually will be scheduled for the "cut it out" process, and I will surely do as I am told as I recover. Being on a short list means that "shortly" includes the possibility of taking a cancellation at short notice and zipping down to NSH for the comforts of the fancy new elective surgery unit. Of course I did not meet the plastic surgeon. Pictures of lego men with bright yellow scalpels are conjured up by the term. I read that this surgery is "a branch concerned with improving the function or appearance of parts of the body through reconstructive or cosmetic medical procedures.." Closest thing to a makeover I guess. Did you know that botulinum toxin is useful to plug leaky bladders? Botox is so very versatile don't you think?
So diary, I'm not going to diarise this one this time. As soon as i hear, or very shortly after that, you'll be the first to know. Of course, whether anyone will believe me remains to be seen. I've had two interesting weeks of not thinking incessantly about a sunday sermon. How jolly nice...