I've had more operations that you can poke a ****in' stick at. And I done 'em all myself. No anesthetic, nothin'. I once plunged me pig sticker into my chest, cleaved meself open to the brisket, stuck a beer can in the hole to keep it open, and then did 45 minutes of intricate work on the old pump. Sewed meself up with a bit of old fishing line I scrounged from the creek, and Bob's ya ****in' uncle. So man the **** up!.
Bealey, I never had you down as such a buckler. Ive had two ops under general anasthetic - done in the morning and home in time for tea. **** all to worry about. This thread reminded me of when I had cruciate ligament reconstruction - guy in the bed next to me who was going for the same thing was nervous and uptight as **** , to the point of them feeding him lots of medication to keep calm and his mum and wife sitting at his bedside comforting him like he was going to the electric chair. I was first up to go under the knife and was pretty much recovered when I got wheeled back into the ward. The nervous guy was still there - two other guys had went after me - It was all I could do, still being slightly high, to stop myself rolling around and screaming in pretend agony for his benefit. Still possibly the most humanitarian act in my already saint like life.
