i got the hospital blues. i finish work at 2300 get home for midnight, i wake up at 0500 and get organised for a 0700 appointment at hospital where they prep me for a strange electric shock treatment. i managed to read a fair chunk of my book while they hooked me up to various sensors, took blood, blood pressure and various measurements, at one point i imagined a man in a suit and bow tie would come in with a tape measure and size my dimensions for a coffin. they rolled me into the operating theatre and i had a nice chat with the surgeon who was a fellow londoner, he laughed at my cockney accent and witty comments as they talked about sending a camera down my throat to check for clotting and then said they would send the shockwave through me if it was safe. i had already signed the disclaimer as the procedure comes with a risk of death. 
then they administered the anaesthesia. 
i woke up in a ward later with a nurse standing over me. the doctor came along and asked how i was, 'i could murder a coffee,' i replied. 
'well captain mission, there is good news and bad news.'
'bad news first doc.'
'we put the camera into your mouth and got the visuals we needed from your heart but when we pulled out the camera it knocked out some teeth.'
i nodded, feeling around my mouth, ahh yeah, all my front teeth were missing. then i noticed the blood. let me just mention, there was a shitload of blood spilling out my mouth and all over the sheets. 
'the good news is the electric shocks worked.'
i lay back, and fell asleep. i was not allowed to drive or use public transport for 24 hours so i caught an uber home and had a shower and went to sleep. during the night blood seemed to pump out continually from my mouth, sometimes in large clots.

as i hovered above my sink spitting out the mess massive globules of blood would just fall out, it was weird. i must have had about 5 runs to the bathroom during the night and in the morning my sheets and pillow cases were stained from drool and dribble. it wasn't until about noon today the bleeding stopped. 

i wandered around the house a bit dazed from the post anaesthesia, i tried to eat but it's hard without front teeth. 

my friend from new zealand rang and we had a great chat and then i must have passed out and had a dream i had a time machine and travelled through space and time like dr, who, only i was sexier and dressed more casually. i had two assistants, female and they always wanted to have sex with me, and we basically travelled time and space looking for good weed. sometimes we went to strange alien cities, sometimes up and down earths very own time lines, sometimes we just stayed in and listened to the church or early simple minds. it was a nice dream.