Funnily enough I would have had to stay until midnight if I had a GA, so I opted for a nerve block. Into the op room I trundled, arm filled up with anaesthetic, watched it go white then purple, before a tent appeared and ruined the view, they clamped the old arm in the air and proceeded with op. A little voice from under the tent went "ouch, that hurts like buggery", the aneithetistic whipped off to said arm , filled it up again and returned to my head end for a chat! You stressed he asked, not me said I, doesnt hurt now, pains all gone. Still off he went and filled the other arm up with some really good stuff, floated around the ceiling for a bit, then woke up in the recovery ward. So I may have ****ed someone off, as they filled me with rohipnol, I think , to remove the memory of being a bit like a sunday carvery. Worst bit was I found the whole thing really interesting up to the knife in the arm feeling...... whenI became a little distracted...
