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Well, let me start off by saying sorry for no new drawings, photos etc.

I have had other matters to attend too, which included my surgery which was now two days ago. I was in Leighton Hospital in England at 8am, was in the aneasthetics hands at 9:17am (time on my bracelet when I was knocked out with the general anaesthetic). And at about noon when I recovered from my induced sleep I found myself incredibly woozy, and . . . vommiting, alot.

It turns out I was infected (no zombie jokes required) and they took out upto 3 times of my skin, fat, muscle, the infected parts and such to prevent it spreading, stuck several drains into my lower back, several Iv's into me for various reasons and left me to crash after putting more junk in me then I could take.

It certainly gave the others in the ward a shock to see me spazz about etc at 2am.

But lucikly around 4am I had been settled, and I begun to recover properly, and by 4pm that afternoon I was home, with one drain still left in me till Tuesday. I have the district nurse coming to see me, to check I am taking the mountain of pills she gave me and that the drain's doing its job.

So, after about 36 hours in hospital, half and hour for the actual surgery, several nurses and doctors waiting on me, a mountain of drugs, 19 stiches on my back, a huge scar and house bound till wednesday. . .

All because the NHS couldn't be arsed to do it on time 3 months ago.

Congratulations.

I feel shit, now to bed, again.