Visited a post op patient yesterday, who had emerged unscathed and as fresh as a daisy after ten hour brain surgery on Thursday.
As she finished off the rest of her lunch, sitting up in her chair in ICU, she asked me in genuine puzzlement whether I’d had much to do in theatre with her all day? It seems to me that anaesthesia has an image problem. I bet she didn’t ask the surgeons what they’d been doing, even though they’d been spelling each other, and I’d been in there all day. It’s hard to know whether when she receives my bill once she gets home, she’ll then realise what an important part of the team I am, or if she’ll still be baffled. Sigh.
My trademe auction for our unwanted scotch chest concludes today. After an uneventful few days, the bidding is hotting up.
I’m hoping that away on weekends and gecks get carried away in their excitement and are betrayed into some irrational bidding, perhaps spurred on if either the Mackenzie clan or half bottle can be persuaded to rejoin the lists. I can only hope. It’s still a bargain, especially as Simon is now comfortably certain of its provenance as genuine recycled rimu.
Speaking of whom, I have instructed him from afar to have at the fragile, alleged tamarillo with some scissors, as per my brother’s most recent advice. It’s currently looking alarmingly flaccid so fingers* crossed this last ditch emergency surgery does the trick.
I haven’t given an update on the pond in a while. As I was feeding Fanny and Jackie the other day, I thought to myself, didn’t there used to be three fish, not so long ago? I had to appeal to the offspring for corroboration, but we were finally able to remember that there was a third, a pale and sparkly fish called Edward. Sadly, it seems Edward is no more, unless he’s on some sort of prolonged hunger strike. What happens to these dead fish? Why don’t we see floating bodies, or little fishy skeletons in the pond? A mystery, and in the meantime, I’m not game to purchase another. Not sure I could look the pet shop sales assistant in the eye.
*apostrophe or nah?