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Not much to say really, but no doubt it was a strange experience, and my family think I'm making it up!
So, there I was sitting in the waiting room in the ward on Friday morning. A nurse called me through to do some pre-op paperwork. Among all the blue- and green-gowned nurses etc was a bewhiskered tweed-clad fellow who introduced himself as the surgeon who'd be operating on me. Consulting his notes, he looked at me and said "Ah, you're the chap with the deer!"
Turned out he's a keen stalker!
At this stage I was intending to have a general anaesthetic, but he pointed out that if I opted for a local we could carry on with our chat while he carved me up, so that's exactly what happened and, what's more, the rest of the theatre staff joined in with what was clearly a fascinating topic to everyone present.
We got onto rifles and calibres (he uses a Ruger falling block single shot); the pros and cons of free floating versus bedding; home slaughter (he fattens his own pigs and kills them himself); road kill (he's got a muntjac in his freezer that he gralloched at the roadside using surgical scissors); wildfowling (something he was looking forward to over the Christmas period); venison quality during the rut, and many more such topics of conversation.
The operation proved to be the most difficult of its kind that he'd undertaken (apparently he was expecting it to be done and dusted in 25 minutes, but it was nearer to a couple of hours before I was back on the ward), but with such interesting conversation the time didn't drag.
I only regret that I never asked him if he's a member of this site.
If he is, I hope he reads this thread, steps forward and identifies himself.
Either way, I am grateful, not only for the repair job on my hand, but for a couple of hours of good company during what, for me, was a very worrying time.