The Visit

So the operation was a success and it was the next day that I was to go and see my wife. I was expecting to see her fresh faced and happy as she had finally had her op'. I was some what dissapointed when I entered the ward and saw her.

I looked at her and could hardly recognise her! She was grey in the face, with no make-up, a 'medusa' hairstyle and was leaning over the side of the bed, vomiting into a stainless steel kidney dish! - Her breath reeked of acrid stomach acids and I was hesitant to 'peck' her on the cheek as she wiped her mouth on a hand towel.