Today, at this precise moment, marks one year on since the Great Hiatus.
That's the brief period of time during which I was in hospital, recovering from my surgery.
09:00 on Wednesday, 2013 11 06 was the last hour in which I had a gall bladder. The surgeons took that away. The bladder, and the gallstones which had been plaguing me for years.
It has been a year since that day, but I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. Getting up at a viciously early hour; putting on the clothes I'd be wearing to the hospital; the bag packed and ready to go.
The waiting room in the surgery ward, just waiting for my name to be called. 09:00, they were ready. Me, shuffling along in my gown and slippers, looking back to find that my folks had split. Hadn't even stopped to wait for me to wave back at them. Or maybe they just had to go while they were having good memories of me, and not remember me the way I looked shambling along the corridor, looking most undignified.
I was taken to the prep room and told to lie down on the trolley. They were about to spike my left arm, when I told them I was left-handed, so they stuck the catheter into my right hand instead. When my back was turned, they turned on, I tuned in and I dropped out. That was it till the pretty nurse woke me up.
I think they hire pretty nurses just to greet people coming up out of anaesthetic. That might be their only function, because I never saw her again afterwards.
Tune in to to To Scape the Serpent's Tongue for part 2.
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