For those who have expressed an interest, my operation went very well, thank you. Surprisingly painless, except for the imaginary pain in my head which was almost unbearable.
Quite embarrasing, really. There I was, laid out only the table, locally anesthatised, resisting the temptation to look downwards at the consultant tugging around with the tubes inside my nether parts. And then I felt that horrible dull tugging from inside. Euurgh. And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And the more I thought about it, the iller I felt. My head went fuzzy, my stomach queasy, I was on the verge of fainting and/or vomiting. Fortunately the nurse spotted this (possibly something to do with the rapid draining of colour from my face) and got another nurse to come and hold a cold towel on my forehead. I was soon OK again and, hey, I got the sympathy as well as the tea.
The last time I nearly made myself faint like that was when I volunteered for a psychological experiment, and after a ten-mile cycle ride to get there they sat me down and scraped away at the dead skin on my scalp with knitting needle-type things (so that they could get a better connection to my skin with the EEG electrodes). The constant scraping on my skull made me feel terrible and I went green and almost slumped to the ground. Again they spotted my predicament, and stuck me in the corner to chill out with a glass of water. I went on to excel in the experiment, which involved zapping multiple constantly rising bars on a computer screen using brainpower only. I kept it up for two hours without any of the bars touching the top, at which point they excused me. Apparently nobody else had managed for so long, the average was five or ten minutes. I guess the odd spell of faintness does something to focus the mind.
Anyway, I’ve now had a wonderful two days at home with my feet up, being waited on. Thank you Gill. Very much. Also done lots of reading, which is a real treat.
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