Had my surgery today for my arthritic knee.

Feel fucking old n shit.

Being as I was out stone cold for it, the bit I worried about was the bit I didn't like - getting the drip in. Which apparently proved 'fidgety' for the anaesthetist on this occasion. His nurse pointed to my tattoo when I said I was a bag of nerves about the needle and said 'surely that was worse?', and clearly didn't grasp what I meant when I said that 3 hours of tattoo needles scoring you is nothing like one needle piercing you. But then, well, first time under general was good fun.

But the fucking drip tap is still in my hand now. I've been out of theatre for three hours, had lunch, had 5 coffees, a physio session... Get the fucking thing out if it's not needed for christs sake. It's bloody horrible.