Earlier this week my wife had an appointment at the hospital to have an ‘endoscopy’. This is a very unpleasant procedure where a small camera is shoved down your throat into your stomach for a look around inside your digestive system.
The hospital had warned her that the procedure was fairly quick, but that there would be a delay before she could go home as it would take an hour or two for the anaesthetic to wear off and that she would need to be accompanied by a friend or relative as she would probably feel ‘groggy’ for some time.
When we arrived at the hospital a nurse asked for my mobile phone number in case I had wandered off for a coffee or something when my wife was taken to the recovery room after the procedure had been performed.
As my wife was led away by a friendly nurse, I settled down in the waiting room for a long wait and started reading a new book which my daughter had given to me at Christmas.
I was only half way through chapter two when my wife reappeared and started putting on her coat …
“What’s up ?” I asked, suspecting some problem.
“Nothing” … she answered … “I’ve been done, we can go home now”.
“What about recovering from the anaesthetic ?” I queried.
“Oh !”… she replied … “I decided not to have it”
Now I don’t often refer to my wife in my posts, and if I do I usually refer to her as ‘she who must be obeyed’ or ‘the old trouble and strife’, while at home I often call her by her pet name of ‘Mein Führer’, but in view of what I can only call her nerves of steel, she will henceforth be know as …
… ‘Wonder Woman’ ! 🙂
bigjohn 
