It’s was two weeks ago today that I had my encounter with the surgeon’s knife, and became degallbladderised.
Yeah, I’m sure that’s a word.
Things have gone pretty well since then.
The wildcard in the whole healing process was the coughing, hacking, snot-streaming cold.
That set me back some.
But I’m off to work tomorrow.
I don’t know if I’m fit for work.
But I do know that I’m fit to try.
Or I might stab someone.
By rights, they should put you on light duties… I’m sure there must be a couple of bulbs there that need changing.