3 No no's

The surgeon, the nurses, the physios, have drummed it into me that there are 3 things I must avoid at all costs.
1. Twisting on that hip
2. Crossing the mid line, i.e, crossing my legs
3. Bending more than 90 deg
Number 3 meant that cutting my toe nails  myself was out of the question and the boss looked at me as though I had 2 heads when I kinda sorta  hopefully mentioned to her that I couldn't cut my nails which were getting to the point of being Structural nail length
An appointment was made within what seemed like a millisecond and today was the day.
Off we went to the "salon" , (is that what they call a nail clipping factory) where there were 10 chairs lined up in a row.
And not any chair, this thing had a massage function to rival that of any dubious massage parlor in any den of iniquity around the world, bloody great it was.
And my, mass therap nail clipper was a lovely Vietnamese lady who hept me entertained during the whole process which included foot massage, skin removal and moisturising and several other things which may or may not have something to do with exfoliation, a new word I learned during the process as my wife, seated next to me, explained the various stages.
I did however, decline the velvet rose, or midnight red coloured nail polish they suggested and went with the bare naked look.
At the end of an enjoyable hour, I'm hooked

Then it was off to get a hair cut, a rather mundane experience in comparison before we consumed large amounts of sashimi and exotically named sushi rolls.

A great day


Ah well...