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Chuck - Anna Wu 2

"Ooh look at me and my incredible healing powers and my mouth full of blood"

Posted on 2009.02.07 at 21:17
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Well well well, look at me! I'm all well again! Well not 100% well but more well than ill. On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being the lowest number and 10 being the highest number I'd have a mouth full of blood. Thankfully I didn't have to stay the night after all. I got home last night at about half seven. I suppose I could have posted then to go "ooh look at me and my incredible healing powers and my mouth full of blood" but I didn't much feel like it. So I took my time and played a ridiculous amount of Mercenaries 2 and here I am. Back with a vengeance, and a mouth full of blood. I probably won't start reviewing things again immediately because my reviews would all be full of me moaning about having a mouth full of blood (by the way have i mentioned that I have a mouth full of blood?), but rest assured that I've just seen the latest episode of Demons and it was really peculiar. Mrs Doyle off of Father Ted was on there and I was sure that she was going to force Little Jimmy Van Hellsing to drink a poisoned cup of tea or something.

With regards to the Friday hospitalisation it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The worst part was all the waiting because I just sat around and panicked and panicked and then panicked some more. Once I'd actually got to the theatre (operating theatre of course) they put me under anasthetic (I was waiting all day for someone to say general anasthetic so I could do the HIMYM style salute but unfortunately nobody said it at all) I was fine. In fact I was better than fine. I was chatty and cheerful and even joking (I'm normally rubbish talking to people I don't know. I should try talking to people under anasthetic more often. It seems to loosen me up somewhat). And I was fine afterwards and had cheese sandwiches which were really nice (the worst thing about the hospital experience was that I couldn't have anything to eat or drink from midnight the night before). All in all I'm just glad that it's over with. I lived last week with the grim spectre of surgery looming just over the horizon and however much I tried to forget about it and just get on with my life I could never quite banish that thought. Now I'm free. Free to live and love and everything in between. Hooray for life!

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