Remember how I said I got the flu after coming back from South America, but luckily it wasn't swine flu?

Turned out I talked too soon, and when I went back to work on Monday, I got a phone call... "Hi, umm... Your swab results came back and you've got swine flu!"

All the panic was rather overkill though... it was just like any other flu, perhaps even less severe... but I guess when it comes to these kind of things, it's better to be over-cautious

So off I went, back into my 65-hour weeks, in plastic surgery for the next 3 months. But no, it's not like nip-tuck with the boob jobs and fanny transplants. In the public system, it means burns, skin cancers, reconstruction surgery, tendon repair... you know, the more 'meaningful' stuff

South American series thus far:




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