Oh gets a little bit worse. I don't like hospitals. I signed myself out the next day. After the pain meds and feet up, I had felt a lot better. After driving home I felt exhausted and in need of a shower. I drove to the shops to buy a thank you present for my mate Tigger. I suddenly started getting out of breath and chest pain at the shops but i was on a mission. A thank you present and a drive from Belconnen to Duffy to deliver it. I was going downhill and finally arrived and had a heap of steps to her doorstep. I nearly collasped on her when she answered. I hardly moved from the sofa for the next week. Great guest huh?
Better now days.
SAme problem with Gall Bladder. I was told when it got "too bad" I would not be able to do anything but lay in bed in agony and that they would have to operate. I had not got there yet and whilst far from comfortable or well i finally went to the doctors and he said. "It does not actually get any worse than this. We have a 3 month waiting list but I, in good conscience, can not put you on thatlist. You will not live 3 months and I seriously doubt you will last another month. He was astonished to learn i had no pain med course and had driven there and only had a couple of days off work.
Yup in hindsight it ounds stupid but up unil then, I never had any injury or illness i could not work through and i had never reached the heights of pai that were described. I was biding my time.
In your case, less "tetchy", perhaps, and more "overbearing, obnoxious arsehole", if it's all the same with you, Bloke. Is it ok? Oh, good!