On monday morning I went in to Kidderminster hospital to have a small operation on my throat as i've been sounding like i've got a sore throat for several months. I had a camera up my nose a few weeks ago that determined I had something on my vocal chords, not cancerous but requiring a better look with a camera down the throat.
I was told to arrive at 7:30am and got called in straight away to be told what was going to happen, I was first on the list but plans can change, however all being well I should be in at 8:30. Sure enough at 8:30 I was led into a room full of doctors and nurses, I lay down on a bed while a doctor asked me what I did for a living, I started to say 'I play with cars....' and the next thing I knew I was waking up after the op
I was a bit sick after I woke up but all of the staff were amazing, they looked after me incredibly well and after a couple of hours I was feeling well enough to eat a yoghurt and go for a piss, so they let me out. I was home by half eleven.
I had a small infected piece of something or other cut off my vocal chords so at the moment I sound like death cooled down, although I feel mostly fine. It surprised me how much a general anaesthetic knocks you about, I spent all day yesterday watching the curling as I just didn't feel like getting up, but now i'm back at work.
I appreciate I was probably lucky to be first on the list and no other emergency got in my way, but bloody hell when you need them and you're in the system the NHS are bloody amazing. Please don't vote reform