I am home having suffered all manner of humiliation, the last involving being pumped full of pressurised iodine and then inserted into some massive magnet.
I have shared wards with old ladies who wandered about all night.
I have been referred to as number 39.
After all this it turns our there is f8ck all wrong with me apart from some mild chest infection, for which I have to take antibiotics for five days.
I have been reading about the sacred prostitutes of Paphos!