A long lie-in

Yesterday, Fred got a nose-job. Not quite as such, but I had my nose cauterised for a THIRD time, this time electronically instead of the more traditional silver nitrate on a stick getting poked around. But thank goodness it's now done, I can stop worrying about my white trousers (although they DO need to go to the laundry anyway, they've got a bit of tailoring warehouse grubbiness on them - that's mission #1 for today) and I can almost take it easy.
It was a little bit strange a morning, though.. I got up at 6:45 and showered, making sure I smelled nice and looked good for the nurses there to then get on the back of Vy's motorbike (no breakfasty food or drink allowed!) to traverse Saigon during rush hour. Quite an experience in itself, I can tell you! Vy is an extremely good driver, very aware of what's going on which more than makes up for me being an extremely poor passenger. I didn't take my camera, but I assure you that the streets were just amass with motorcycles and filled with a cacophony of horns and engines, if anything further amplified by the tall buildings either side that contained it all. Very different from taxi journeying, to say the least.
Got to the hospital, said hello and they said what-ho and we all got along famously until what we thought was a malpractice form appeared. Big misunderstanding, they WERE actually responsible for what happened to me while I was in their care but I thought I could be signing my life away so I kicked up a little bit of a fuss just to make sure. But it was all okay so the gown went on, to the operating room we went in and like a light I went out. Although that's keeping it short, it took quite a lot to make me dosile let alone sleep.
I have had general anaesthetic before, but it was when I was about 5 years old. I can remember though, that I went out just like that. They asked me to count back from 10 and I barely reached 8. This time was rather different, they gave me an injection which just made me feel a bit woozy, then on came the mask which just made me feel drunk for a while. I can remember my breaths steadily slowing down quite a lot but just all of a sudden I found myself being wheeled through a coridoor with what felt like straws up my nose.
Instantly I recognised all the smells and tastes of the anaesthetic and the operating room from all those years ago, it was uncanny. And while I felt perfectly lucid and was thinking perfectly lucidly, it all came out perfectly bizarre. I had already thought to myself before the operation "Ah, now Vy is going to rejoin the family while I'm in recovery, so maybe she can pass on the message about trying to find some brass buttons for my jacket, and to get a couple of smaller ones for the cuff, too." Alas, the reality afterwards was more along the line of "blurble blurble blurble buttons blurble brass blurble". It made perfect sense to me, but when I came round a little more I realised I probably wasn't entirely coherent and so said to Vy "Vy, did I tell you about the buttons?" and she nodded - success, surely!! But no. I get picked up after an excruciatingly dull 4 hours in recovery (in which I resorted to chatting to a Frenchman's wife) just to be told I'd spent a while rambling about buttons, so still my jacket is incomplete - mission #2 for today.
But really, buttons are not properly appreciated in my opinion - now that I've had time to think about it, buttons are really a very important part of our lives. When have you ever considered the value of one's buttons? Next time you count your blessings, you should bless your buttons.
Also I managed to blag a copy of my CT scan. I have quite a massive head, really.. And there are two sheets, so I can still enjoy House-esque moments of holding them both up to the light and looking with worry and intrigue between the two.
Anyway, was finally discharged with a list of medications I need to get, so mission #3 for today is to find a pharmacy - something I failed rather dismally at yesterday, finding a bakery instead.
Lastly a haircut really is needed. There was a stage I thought I could get away with it, but it really is so uneven I just have to get it sorted. Maybe that's why the nurses weren't as flirtatious yesterday.. At least I haven't had any more sumo remarks, compared to the numerous times my dad has been called Buddha while having his belly patted by a grinning Vietnamese woman :)

Very excited about tomorrow!!! My next entry will probably be post-wedding, perhaps even post-morning after, which will be Friday evening as we'll be getting the train up to Mui Ne at that point. Hope everyone's well and please do keep me updated with emails as to what you're getting up to back home and how everything is!

Hugs xxxxxx