7:15 am on Saturday and I was off to Birmingham Eye Hospital to have my cataract fixed. At 7:50 I checked in with Godzilla’s sister on reception. I’m immediately separated from my loving, caring, gorgeous wife (Yeh, I know but she might be reading this) and put in a separate waiting area.
At 10am my beloved comes in and tells me that I am last on the list of 16 and it will be 3pm before I am seen. Then she adds the frightening part. While I wait she is going shopping in Birmingham. OMG, all me money going west. Eventually, at 2:20, I am taken to theatre.
Now this is where the lung disease bit comes in. Like many of us I can’t lay flat and I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to breathe on the operating table. As it turned out I needn’t have worried. The pre-med people propped me up just enough to satisfy both me and the surgeon. He could work and I could breathe. Happiness all round.
Just to complete a lovely day, when wifey got to Brum it was Gay Parade day and she couldn’t get to half the shops. There is a God after all.