I got a phone call from the John Hunter Hospital.
The woman seemed a little concerned, in that I-don't-know-you-but-I've-set-my-voice-to-"sorry" kind of way.
I soon found out why – she was apologising for having to tell me my March 14 surgery appointment was cancelled due to an unforeseen shortage of theatre space.
I could tell she was expecting me to blow up, but I had to tell her the truth:
"What appointment? No-one told me about any appointment."
She practically giggled wth relief:
"That's great!"
I have to admit I'm relieved in a way, but this fucking lip keeps hurting like hell and Endone is beginning to lose its flavour...
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