Lucky me

Lots of rest is required after an operation of this sort so obviously I spent the whole night walking round the almost deserted hospital. The other me, tried to tell me that this was a rather silly idea but it was my turn to be in charge of the legs so he lost the argument. I came across the smoking area and discovered some really interesting creatures. One guy was bemoaning the fact that he could no longer drink three bottles of vodka a day because it made him really ill. He had masses of drips and apparently his liver, kidneys, lungs and a few other bits had packed up (God knows why, it must have been Scottish farmed salmon). I was on the point of asking what he was in for in this occasion when I noticed and he mentioned, that he had just had his leg removed. This was absolutely grammatically correct. He could have said that he had just had one of his legs removed. That would have been incorrect because the other one had been lopped off some considerable time before. It was nice to meet this chap because I could then smugly tell the other me to "think himself bloody lucky" The rest of the occupants were similarly strange beings. Upon leaving I damn nigh skipped back to the ward thinking what a lucky fellow I am.