I had to go into hospital a while back for a routine examination that involved a general anaesthetic.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what have you provided for my pharmacological pleasure today?\u201d I asked the anaesthetist.<\/p>\n
\u201cPropofol\u201d, she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever heard of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have,\u201d she replied. \u201cIt\u2019s the drug that killed Michael Jackson.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was impressed. She inserted a needle into my arm, my arm went very cold, and I woke up an hour later after the best night\u2019s sleep I\u2019d had in years.<\/p>\n
How efficient is THAT? No wonder Jacko thought it worth paying a full time physician to pump the stuff into him.<\/p>\n
The nurse in the recovery room\u00a0gave me a light lunch and asked how I was getting home.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalking\u201d, I said.<\/p>\n
She was horrified. \u201cYou can\u2019t do that!\u201d, she said. \u201cYou\u2019ve had general anaesthetic!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know\u201d, I said. \u201cAnd watch me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t,\u201d said the nurse. \u201cOnce, a lady had a general anaesthetic, and walked home, and on the way she passed a furniture shop, and she went in and bought a lounge suite she didn\u2019t need!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s OK\u201d, I said. \u201cThere are no furniture shops between here and my home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t,\u201d said the nurse. \u201cOnce, a man had a general anaesthetic, and walked home, and on the way he went into a motorcycle shop and bought a motorcycle, and he didn\u2019t even have a motorcycle licence!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s OK\u201d, I said. \u201cI have a motorcycle licence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling you a cab\u201d, said the nurse.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey won\u2019t come\u201d, I told her. \u201cI live next door. It\u2019s a fifty metre walk. They\u2019re not interested in a fare from here to fifty metres away from here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe will give you an escort\u201d, said the nurse. She summoned an orderly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbdul! You are to walk this gentleman home.\u201d<\/p>\n
I got in the elevator with Abdul. By the time we got out on the ground floor, I had established that Abdul came from Somalia, and that he had no propofol.<\/p>\n
By the time we got past where the staff park their motorcycles, I had established that none of them were Abdul\u2019s, but he had owned a small Yamaha in Somalia and wouldn\u2019t mind getting an MT-01.<\/p>\n
I told him I had a Honda\u00a0VFR800. He told me he\u2019d heard they were pretty good.<\/p>\n
I told him I would show him, and diverted him into my garage, and wheeled my VFR out, and showed him the single sided swinging arm and\u00a0how\u00a0the DCBS system worked and how\u00a0mine had adjustable forks because I had put damping rods from a CBR600F3 in it; and explained that\u00a0mine had RaceTech Gold Valves, and stronger\u00a0springs in the forks, and braided steel brake lines,\u00a0and how my rear shock was from a CBR929 and had a remote reservoir and didn’t fade on bumpy roads.<\/p>\n
Then I wheeled it back in and said they must be wondering back at the hospital what happened to him and it\u2019s been grand and I reckoned I could make it home by myself,\u00a0as all I had to do was get in that elevator over there\u00a0and go up five floors and then walk straight in my front door.<\/p>\n
Abdul said he guessed I was OK, so I used my swipe card to let him out of the garage, and got in the elevator, and went up one floor and out the door that\u2019s not near the hospital, and walked across the six lane highway and\u00a0down to the pub, and bought a refreshing\u00a0James Squire Amber Ale.<\/p>\n
And then, another.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s thirsty work, humouring nurses.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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