Where I should be

This is where I should be, having a civilized dinner with some friends I haven't seen for 18 months. Where am I? In hospital.
I made the mistake of thinking that I needed some more antibiotics to tide me over our trip to France and so we organized a trip to the local hospital to see an out of hours GP.
One look at the hump on my back and I was told that I was going to need an operation straight away and so within three hours of asking for antibiotics I was under anaesthetic having a chunk taken out of my back by the surgeon. Can't beat it.
Whilst I was unconscious, Tricia of course still managed to eat!