Knock knock...Who's there? Hopalong Annie!
Hello to you all. It's been far too long since I last logged on. Thank you so much for your good wishes
I see that much has happenened in my absence and I send all good wishes and comforting (hugs) to those who have been having a tough time, together with congratulations to GN friends who are celebrating happy events.

First and foremost - An enormous thanks to bagitha She travelled some distance to visit me, and her delightful personality lifted my spirits. As soon as we met, I knew that we were kindred spirits. 
So, the surgeon was dishy [apart from which, he was skilled!] I elected to have an epidural, which was a good choice. Although the sounds of the saw, drill and hammer are extremely noisy, I was unperturbed...had a very handsome male nurse with dreamy eyes, holding my hand, which helped.
I did invite them to our party. They thought it a great idea. Before I left hospital, Mr Drummond Mansbridge [surgeon] asked how the party went! I told him that I was surprised that he'd forgotten his enjoyable encounter in the laundry room. He

After the surgery, I felt fine, thanks to several doses of morphine. Weeing into a bedpan without full sensation in the lower torso, has it's interesting moments
. Thanks to the marvellous nursing team, I was well and truly cosseted. The food was amazing. Have just written an appreciative letter to the hospital. A young trainee nurse was compassionate, good humoured and deserving of special mention. The staff nurse was delighted that I intented writing a separate letter to her, one which she will be happy to include with her CV.
I'm proud to report that I was given a transfusion of Scottish blood 
Mr S is envious
. On arriving home, I suffered a massive nose bleed. It was scarey
Mr S says that the blood lost, was English.
We travelled home by car, which was a tad uncomfortable. My leg is elaphantine in proportion and all manner of vivid shades of bruising. The clips pull and give me a sharp tweek when I fail to obey the rules of getting from A to B. They will be removed next Tuesday. My crutches can be lethal...especially when the grabber thingy gets twisted in my clothing. From time to time, I blaspheme 
I'm beginning to ache and feel sore. Best if I sign off for now and take a hoppity, skip and jump around the house. By the way, bagitha has called for a hippy party. She's a hoot. Anyone bringing the wack baccy...