The wrong side of the bed

Remember how I was meant to have my tonsils out in February? Well... my surgeon kind of died, I found out today. He died last Saturday morning, and I don't know why yet. It's pretty sad - he was a nice little Indian man, and I thought he'd do a great job of my tonsils.

Just as well he didn't die while he was operating on me.

Currently I'm on a mission find someone who'll yank my tonsils before I begin studying again. I've found a surgeon who I think will do it, I'll just have to go to Melbourne though. But that's cool, I'll go anywhere as long as they come out soon coz I've had a sore throat for ages.