Fucking hell
I've just replied to the answer a couple above this, but this experience also happened to me (apart from it being my Dad.)
In fact, those cunty Drs had said "Blah blah, routine minor op, in and out same day, nothing serious blah blah" so I had taken them at their word and thought I'd have the afternoon off,no fuss, no need to tell anyone my personal business (like I'm telling the world now).

Some hope.

When the bloody dressing hit the floor and I followed it, I was in for 2 days, then spent a week shuffling round the house like Ozzy Osbourne just shat himself, wearing pyjama bottoms and moaning a lot, being looked after by Mum & Dad.

I might as well have put an ad in the paper, people were coming up to me for weeks asking if I was OK now.

It works just as well now though!
(Rsoles, Fri 13 Mar 2009, 12:54, Reply)