Operation: Ingrown Toenails

Dear diary. Today I went to the hospital at stupid o clock in the morning, with Tamsyn and her lovely mother Navina who drove us in out of the goodness of her heart, or possibly some other kind internal organ. I got asked a lot of questions about five times each by different members of the hospital staff, who are apparently super passive aggressive and refuse to talk to each other. Are you allergic to anything, one would say. Have you eaten this morning? And then they would leave and 5 minutes later someone else would approach and ask exactly the same things. I wondered if they left notes for each other on the staff fridge about using up the last of the butter or leaving urine samples in Mountain Dew bottles.

Some time later I got put into a backless gown for ease of access to my bum, plus some fancy paper shoes and a fetching shower hat, and I trundled along into the surgery room. Oh no, all the staff were there together! I hoped they wouldn't start a fight or something, I know how it gets when you're around someone for ages that you're not talking to. But miraculously they all pretended to get along for my sake and the next thing I knew someone had stuck an IV thingee in my hand and placed an oxygen mask over my face and then I was waking up on the day patient Recovery Recliner Sofa (so comfy) with tightly bandaged toes and orange iodine feet.

Then we came home and I slept for several hours due to being woozy as hell. Tamsyn made me an amazing omelette and is being lovely and looking after me plus I got to open a newly arrived transformers toy. It was the best day ever.