ello...

i went for surgery yesterday to remove long-ago-mentioned lump in lip...

now i have 2 stitches on my lip that the doctor promises will dissolve in a few days... no matter actually... preliminary tongue explorations indicate that sutures have texture similar to uncooked spaghetti and thus will become part of my lunch if in a few days the sutures still haven't dissolved...

mwahahahaha....

and in these 3 days i have at home i will be writing madly (am currently juggling two screens) to get the mystery going... haha...
currently it seems that my notes run into more pages than the prose proper...

but since i'm at it...

the surgery was quite.. well.. boring.

it comprised an hour and forty minutes of waiting and about 15 minutes with the scapels and needles stuck in me..
probably the most interesting thing was having a nursing student in my theatre learning the ropes of handling surgery and being mildly alarmed at the fact that the nurses were talking to him like he was a 5 year old (don't touch! those sheets are sterilised!)...

second most interesting thing was realising that when surgery starts you stop being a whole being to the doctors and surgeons as their attention narrows in onto the involved parts of your body ie my lip...
after being covered with the aforementioned sterile sheets my torso became a handy place to put basically anything from unused to used operating instruments and as the surgeon was stitching up my lip she used my nose as an armrest while manoeuvring the undoubtedly complicated stitching up of my lip...

i responded with a vehement snort.