When I was about forty I entered the hospital for a tonsillectomy. I recommend you do it younger. I had the procedure on a Thursday, spent a restless night and was discharged in the morning which was a Friday. As I was to spend the weekend at my family home, I stopped at my apartment for weekend supplies. My cleaning lady came on Fridays and as I burst thru the door unannounced, she was having a cup of tea with a neighboring cleaning lady. They stared at me in surprise and as I couldn't speak I reverted to sign language and was soon out the door leaving them to interpret what they had just witnessed, perhaps by searching thru the tea leaves.
tjs
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