Ramblings by golden

Last Thursday i took a call at work in Dublin..i was to report to Belfast next morning for an operation i was on a waiting list for about a year and a half. Bloody hell, panic, tell work im away, get to hotel, pack/checkout, catch bus to Derry, pack a bag for overnight stay, leave Derry at 6am on Friday morning. Arrive in hospital at 8am and get checked in straight away. First task after all the standard checks? shave all the necessary bits, groin, leg. Get taken down to theatre around 12 but surgeon is delayed for about an hour and a half so i lie there wired up to the monitor, freezing my bits off trying to decide which bit of the room would be the best bit to focus on during the procedure. The op consisted off the surgeon putting an electrical cathode into my heart via the main artery around the groin area and also one through the artery in the neck. They put a blanket over my head so i couldnt focus on my spot or see the main event on the monitor. D'oh. The only part i really felt was when they started the 'burn' procedure to remove the 'extra electrical pathway' which has been causing my palpitations. When i came round, one of the nurses had to apply pressure to my groin for 20 mins till it sealed enough to apply a pressure bandage. Back in bed, i was not allowed to move for 4 hours and had to stay flat so i wouldnt open the wound again. Then the bandage is taken off and youre not allowed to move for that hour either. D'oh. Im busting for a piss. When the time is up i get the all clear to get up and start moving about. In the middle of answering the call of nature i start feeling very sick, come over all dizzy and lose my hearing. Not good. I try to make it back to bed which is 5 yards away. Thats the last i remember until i heard a nurse shouting "stay with me Ian" and im thinking "what the fecking hells going on here?" Apparently the nurse heard a bang from my room and came in to find me on the floor choking on my tongue.I had fainted and banged my head off a table. Whoops. My glasses were broke and lying in bits on the floor. They got the oxygen mask on full blast and i "got the colour back in my cheeks" as one nurse put it. Why was she looking at my arse? That night, no sleep. The doctor came in and concerned with the head injury asked the usual questions, whats your name etc.Then every hour without fail through the whole night the nurse came in and checked my pupils with a nice strong torch, the kind that wakes you up when youve just dosed off for the first time in 24 hours..
Got out on Saturday night. Bruise the size of china on my groin area. Sore to move about at the moment, thankfully theres new glasses ready for collection (which i ordered last Saturday on a whim). Off work now for a week or so, have just heard that my boss in Dublin has resigned so not sure what the work situation will be when i get back..