Tomorrow I am going into hospital for a total right-knee replacement. It is something that many seniors will probably have to face. I had my left knee replaced a couple of years back. Because I only have two legs I will tell you what it was like while I have the chance.
The hospital was undergoing renovations at the time. As I lay on the gurney outside the operating theatre I could hear much sawing and hammering. I hoped it was the carpenters and not the surgeons.
On a previous stay in hospital long ago, the matron was Florence Nightingale, and the nurses dressed like her too. But modern nurses have been liberated. Now they swan around in tracksuits, cargo pants and...
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