Ages ago I scheduled a checkup which required a light general anaesthetic for a health issue that’s been niggling for a while, and this week the dreaded day finally came around. As I drifted off I was promised I’d wake up feeling like I’d just had 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep however I somehow came round feeling like I was on day 6 of a week long bender in Mykonos. I’d planned to avoid heavy machinery and important decisions for 24 hours but didn’t expect to be completely wrecked so quickly re-prioritised my workload to stay in bed and eat ice cream for 2 days while my fuzzy head cleared. A blanket apology to everyone I owe an email to - it’s either on the way or I’ve forgotten entirely, only time will tell.
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