Dave I would swap you anytime I was a kid in my early teens and got a lumber puncture 4 heavy nurses pinned me face down on the bed . They had to hold me so I could not move a millimeter as a doctor shoved this huge needle up my spine to take fluid from it had I moved I could have been paralysed for life hospitals have moved on. For almost a month I could not stand up as it gives you a violent headache . I remember trying to go for a pee and grasping my head in pain .It left me with a hatred of the needle.
You haven't lived until you've had an enema, sixties style.
I had my appendix out in 1962. It wasn't keyhole surgery, it was letterbox surgery.
The hospital was pure carry on nurse. I learnt a very important thing about women during my six days in there. On my ward (they put me in the childrens' ward), there were two regular nurses. One was gorgeous to look at but hard as nails. The other was, um, of limited attractiveness, but she was the perfect nurse. Caring and kind. I still have that memory.
But the one who adminstered the enema, wasn't either of them, and had a very long middle finger.
