Nasal douching

All I remember is waking up in the recovery room talking utter bollocks, the most coherent thing I remember saying was "I worked in the Dick Whittington hospital" to a nurse who replied I know you told us.  Repeating myself again, must be getting old.  Anyway, I was glad to be alive and was wheeled out back to my waiting wife.  Nicole was amused by my ramblings as I shouted over to my bed neighbour "this is good shit they give you! A?" deep rooted Canadianism popping out.  

The nurse brought me over some water and the tastiest tunafish sandwich I had ever eaten, I was ravenous.  

After a few hours I was interviewed by a nurse and give my home care instructions.  

Still happy to be alive and with no packing up my nose thank the lord, Nicole drove me home and tucked me up in bed in the room that was to become my cell for two weeks.

As part of my recovery I had to do what is known as nasal douching, yes it exists. Who knew?  I didn't grasp it at first.  However, the second attempt proved quite successful as what looked like half the inside of my nose. No. The whole of my inner nose fell out into the sink... Awesome. You should try it and report back. Full details can be found on the Internet.  

I should mention that an apple iPad with air video installed is a great invention and an invaluable gadget for the bed ridden and lazy to boot.

Captain dog commented that he thought my singing voice had change, still no songbird! But have an individuality to my tone. I guess that's just something Lady GaGa and I have to live with.

all in all I had a good recovery and have become a life long fan of nasal douching...

Laters KK