Please forgive me for any typos or dodgy spelling but I’m feeling somewhat spacey after spending the afternoon at Coventry & Warwickshire University Hospital (or what ever it’s now called, I’m confuddled) having a strange growth removed from my tongue. It’s now gone and my tongue feels numb and looks quite weird, a bit angular and grey. It went better than I thought, as you know I was dreading it, particularly dreading what damage any tics that might appear especially for the occasion. Surprisingly my tics are very calm, I was quite ticcy before hand and the medical staff that looked after me were lovely and tried to calm me as much as possible and I was in and out pretty quickly. One of the reasons I was worried was because when I spoke to my surgeon ( fittie #1) I told that I was worried that I might develop a tic that will do it’s best to destroy his handy work and told him what happened when I had my laparoscorsy, he said that I should expect a couple of stitches and just to come back to A&E if they came out. So off I go to the theatre, escorted by a nurse (please don’t hug me or try and guide me there, I’m ok) and met fittie #2 the assistant anaesthetist (very cute, maybe a bit cuter that fittie #1) he put me under quite quickly, maybe the eye candy helped. Luckily it all seemed pretty obvious why I was having a general anaesthetic for something quite minor and probably the safest option considering the damage that a head jerk, a clap, shoulder shrug, “F**** OFF” or “Gerbils” may cause.
Well. It’s all done and dusted now, the whole procedure made easier by the presence of a couple of lovely doctors, they’d be more than welcome to come and play with my gerbils any day.
