This week I had a heart procedure in the Harley St Clinic to correct the perpetual atrial fibulation that was occurring under my rib-cage. I never really noticed it to be honest, but apparently it's not a good thing and also for my prostate cancer treatment, the cock doc would prefer my heart was doing the right thing before he throws some drugs at me.
So in I went. The first thing they do is tell you a whole of stuff they're going to do to you - which all goes completely over my head.

Then they get you to sign a tonne of forms and repeat yourself - it's like being in a building full of people with Alzheimers.

When you come to after the procedure, you find bits of your body and clothing have been rearranged.

And then the side-effects begin to kick in. Which they're not terribly good at warning you about.

I feel like I'm turning into one of Airfix's 1970 'Weeble Wobble' toys. Swelling up seems to be the order of the day after this procedure.
Anyway, I don't complain. Never. Not once.
Get better soon!