Every good wish to Ian and Troff's Gran. Hope their ops are a great success and they are soon back with their loved ones. I'm patiently counting down the days to my hip replacement Op in mid July. Going to see my surgeon next week to find out what he plans to do to me.! If everything goes to plan with re-hab, physio etc it will be October before I will probably be capable of climbing the steps in the East Stand to watch the Reds. Can't wait especially as my lad is thinking of sponsoring his son ( my grandson) to be a mascot at the Hull City game, because some of his mates who are Tigers fans will be coming over for that game.
Hang on are we talking about the same Ian here Kev?....those poor nurses don't stand a chance, those old hips of yours have done far too much work over the years, see you soon buddy.
Good luck and speedy recovery. Don't rush back to Oakwell too soon too quickly.... we may have a crap start ! Put yourself totally in the soft hands of the nurses.
Many thanks for the good wishes all. Just sat waiting for my legs to come back as I couldn't feel a thing while he was operating. I could hear the sawing and banging but didn't feel a thing. He has assured me that once the spinal wears off I will definitely feel something. Once again thanks for all the good wishes. It means a lot.
All the best Ian. Hope all goes well and you're up and about soon. Sent from my SM-T710 using Tapatalk
Yes, my Dad has a big OP coming on Monday with their thoracic team. I've the same faith in them as you have Troff. Hope your grandmother does well. Sent from my SM-T710 using Tapatalk
Yes, chatting the nurses in uniform up. I married one. But seeing the uniform on the washing line for 20 years (and trousers now too!!) has reduced the titillating impact somewhat. Good job my memory is still sound. Sent from my SM-T710 using Tapatalk
My Dad used to say never marry a teacher or a nurse on the grounds that one knows it all and one's seen it all. I disregarded his advice and married a nurse and am as happy today as when we first walked down the aisle together in 1972.
All went really well, thanks to all who passed their wishes. Amazing what they can do - they didn't even do the normal full length breastbone cut, just half. From the outside you'd never know what she's had done, the wound is barely a few inches long. Long live the NHS. And my nanna... Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk