Emerge from Emergency (Room)
Last night whilst idly chit-chatting with a companion, and with little prior warning, my head exploded. I was rushed to Charles Gairdner hospital for reconstructive surgery. In the short space of time between this unfortunate event and being released this morning I learnt two things. Firstly; there is no chance of reconstructing a charred moustache (but complete substitution is an option), and secondly; Gairdner is spelt with an ‘i’.
I think they did a fairly good job. Although they did advise me it might take a few weeks before I acclimatise to looking in multiple directions at once.
