Golly. If you’re reading this, I’m possibly/probably asleep in an operating theatre somewhere in the southern suburbs of Cape Town.
I went to see my knee doc again on Wednesday and he said he’d like to have a look at my knee.
Apparently, the usual routine for this sort of thing is for me to stop eating for 12 hours, go to the hospital, go to sleep and him to look at my knee.
So that’s what’s happening.
I should be back to (or even better than) normal in no time at all.
See you on the other side.