I think I'm in good hands (pun intended)

I spent most of Friday in the pre-op clinic at the hospital, being probed by a litany of medical investigations- anaesthesiologists, nurses, the blood-sucker lady (who had the sweetest smile), residents who didn't know my thyroid from my little finger, and some great doctors with a sense of humour and a message of reassurance. My lil' lump hurt that whole day and the next from all the pressing, but at least I know where it is now, and so do they!

On this occasion, I'm going to leave it in the hands of the experts. I can't worry, because I know little about what they do, but I hope I am in good hands... ;-)

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