OK, it is alright, I survived.
I went through that weird feeling of the room disappearing and the liquid goes up the arm, only to reappear in another room, feeling groggy, and wondering what the time is. This time I managed not to talk gibberish.
I understand the meniscus has had a trim, and so hopefully now road to recovery. Sad that no pics of inside to demonstrate, but……
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The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere