To tweet?

Sorry ok so not really in the business of tweeting on Jeff's guts but it could be more efficient with the moment by moment updates.

Somehow the radio in our bedroom got on Country Music. Jeff (and I will assume his guts) HATES country music. This morning I slept through the alarm for an hour and a half.

Called Jeff and he informed me the very compentent, very professional and very motivated young doctor walked into his room pulled up his gown and ripped the dressing out his belly wound. Yea her! Never mind the Surgeon told her to make sure Jeff was pre-medicated (med speak for slightly more stoned) before dressing change.

When he yelped the doctor said; "Would you like medication before I do this?"

I had no clue THE Doctor was on staff there. Jeeze I want a few consults with him!!!!

For our non-geek readers reference THE doctor here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who

I'm going over to the hospital in few minutes and see what else they can screw up today.

And just remember however vitriolic I get, they are infinitely better then Hospital B. Be afraid, be very, very afraid.


Sincerely PBW.