8ish- another bland breakfast and some quiet banter with my fellow inmates.
8:45- Tablets and a nice stinging jag to the tummy. Met all the new nurses. Contrary to popular belief they don't look like prison guards...
9:15- "so we can probably do the surgery today", and my world turned upside down.
2pm- Met the surgeon, looks like I'm getting the chop today at 4ish. World still feels antipodean in its upside-downyness.
...sometime in the next 2 weeks, home, and a curry!
- Liam
P.S. Tale from the rear: Bye!