When this whole radical prostatectomy procedure was originally being explained to me, I was told that the process would involve 5 small incisions through my abdomen wall and that, having been discharged, my staples would be removed by a practice…

[Ed: Good grief, how’s that for alliteration?] It is said that writing about something can be cathartic. Let’s hope so. Whatever comments I have previously made about hospitals, two other things must be said. Firstly, the staff that I met…

Though never before having been an inpatient, I’d played the unenviable rôle of hospital visitor in the past, so I was prepared for the ward to be a hive of activity during the day. The day seems to be kicked…

Though not my first brush with general anaesthetics, I am fortunate that this was my first stay in an NHS hotel hospital. Now I was being nursed back to health from a major operation and having no idea of what…

P-Day dawned after my first experience of a night in hospital. [Ed: more of that another time.] The condemned man was given a theatre gown, those intriguing garments that fasten (almost) down the back with short ties that no human…

I’ve arrived at the last day of Movember. Tomorrow, all those “real men” who’ve been growing ‘taches (sorry, I still call it a mo’) in support of the Movember prostate awareness campaign can have, in the words of Sweeney Todd,…

There’s a very old George Carlin comedy sketch about dogs. Dogs are always waiting for something, he says: waiting to be walked, waiting to be fed, waiting to be fussed; sometimes, just waiting to wait. I’m naturally reticent to knock…