Buffalo ahead

Yesterday I felt very cheerful in the recovery room considering I'd had a four-hour operation to break one of my legs. Today it's a different story. I'm lying down in bed, unable to move and I feels as though I've been trampled half to death by a herd of very angry buffaloes. The strong anaesthetics and painkillers have worn off and the morphine pump next to the bed mocks me with its pathetic 1mg every five minutes.

Never mind, it's all for a good cause and I'm hoping to be well enough to go home at the end of next week, as long as I don't encounter any more buffaloes.

By the way, those of you interested in what I chose for lunch today: I finally plumped for the honey-glazed ham sandwich with farmhouse pickle. All I can say is that the honey glaze was thicker than the ham and the pickle had never been within a hundred miles of a farmhouse. Good job Mrs XTM brought me in an M&S BLT.

I'm back

I've just got back from recovery. Consultant said it went very well. He's pleased. I needed a blood transfusion but I'm okay. Even got most of my leg length back. I'm really hopeful. Update tomorrow if I can.

Nil by mouth.

It's coming up to the witching hour after which no more water. I was so sleepy I thought I'd just drop off without any problem. Now I'm sat here in the twilight of the ward with the soft footsteps of nurses padding up and down the corridor while mad old biddies press their buzzers every few minutes. I'd forgotten how much fun ward life could be. Nurse! More drugs please...

Treacle roly-poly

It's all yours, Chris!

Oh no... What is it?

Can you guess what it is yet?