When the nurses wheeled me down the corridor to the operating table for the knee, i was acutely aware of the risk that a general anesthetic has and knew it was a great spot for him (the big man..,the god) to sneak in and steal it when i wasn't paying attention. So I made sure i held on to the last and could feel the warm sensation of the drug float up from the back of my hand until my eyes went dark.
It was a weird day with personal questions about "my 'home' address.., my next of kin.., an emergency contact.., my doctor"... I just answered 'fungarth' to all of the above, which created a realization of where my life had gone and just how great a friend the fungarth had been to me when he had found me staring losely at the ground in Ratho asking him wither i should take drugs to try and stop the panic attacks i seemed to be getting. i didnt take drugs and through his kindness and careful doctoryness and good management, i seem to have made it through. Today he txt me on Arran to say that he had just done a winter ascent of 'Direct, Direct' on the Cobbler in escocia. He is a great mountaineer and i can see his mad smile now as he tops out after a big fight in a place he loves to play. venga garthgas!
Sometimes god's a sneaky bastard, he nicks things away when your not looking and sometimes he puts little chestnuts of happiness under your shoes and you just find your unstable feet rolling and tipping you backwards into a nice happy place...
