Elmo the architect at work

Mr. Hernia (2)

Last week I went to the hospital for my hernia. I was a little nervous.

At "le moment suprême", the doctor that came for my treatement turned out to be an old boyscout buddy. That was quite a relief - after checking:

I didn't get to look at the needle itself, and the pain was ok thanks to some local anesthesia and some stuff that got me high - "to relax your muscles".


And as always I had the best nap in months afterwards, I guess it's the drugs that swept me off my feet. With the latest album of Emiliana Torrini I felt like I was in heaven.

Mr. Hernia

I don't see it, but it hurts like hell. And today they'll stick a large syringe in there and that should solve it. Really looking forward to that.