Some of you will know that a few weeks ago, I had surgery.
I haven’t had surgery before and I don’t mind admitting, I’m a control freak.
So the prospect of having my life literally suspended with no awareness of what the shit was happening to me for two whole hours, was not something I relished.
In fact, I spent at least three weeks prior to surgery loading my pants with a massive terrified brick. I mean, I was going to die wasn’t I?! Seriously. I thought that. I was convinced I’d never see my son grow up or hold my wife again because they were going to euthanise me with a general anaesthetic. Continue reading