How going for surgery granted me sanctuary. Hello my lovely, delightful and articulate shit ladies and lords. Before I go on, please know I am on some strong painkillers (not morphine though, somewhat disappointed as was sure curious to experience it!) from my knee surgery this morning, so I might be a smidge giddy or have more run on sentences than per usual (like this one). Forgive my oxy addled body, it's temporary. I just wanted to share a moment of unexpected joy. So! As already established, I went for my surgery today. The clinic I am in (currently typing from my sweet as hospital room. It's quite pleasant!), is a very upend surgery clinic that caters mostly for professional athletes and occasionally very elderly people who suffer from knee or hip issues related to old age. The building itself is phenomenal and like something from an Asimov novel, very futuristic, clean, beautiful with a multitude of different facilities for patients re rehabilitation and (active) entertainment.  When I first attended here for physio I couldn't help but notice just how gloriously fit the majority of the staff are (of course the physios are, but I am impressed that 99% of the receptionists were also healthy and trim). I was surrounded by beautiful men and women who are committed to maintaining their bodies and who are committed to improving others' injured bodies.  Then when I went to get the results of my MRI, my consultant was a fit as fuck man who looked like he was in his early 30s but was actually just over 40. He was a ride and you could tell this was someone with a lot of stamina (recently single, allow me my sexual frustrations and inappropriate thoughts). The third time I went was to meet my surgeon and discuss my options. Again, a very very fit man, in great shape for his age (late 60s but easily could be considered early 50s at most), with a very laid back attitude, great sense of humour and who is actually genuinely interested in joining me for a bouldering session once I'm fully mended. It was only today, after my surgery when I and my delightful bed were being brought back to my room that I realised that there is not one staff member I have seen who is overweight. Not one.  I think I interacted with at least 7 nurses (someone wheeled me down early and I was waiting 40 minutes to see the anesthesiologist and the head nurse wanted to find out what happened to cause the hiccup about my op time), 3 receptionists (during admittance), 3 healthcare assistants, 2 anesthesiologists and a really lovely lady from the cafe who prepares the meals for overnight stay patients. That's 16 people. And not one was fat. Nor were any of the other staff I saw. Nor any of the other patients (actually had a brief flirt with a sexy footballer who was in the bed beside mine after surgery. Sigh. If only we were physically able to do anything. My leg means no straddling, and his back injury would prove awkward too. Alas!) I have been here for almost 19 hours and the only fat people I saw were visitors coming to see patients. Every single other person was slim or fit. Every nurse looked after themselves and almost every young male doctor caused my heart rate to increase.  Guys. I'm in a utopia. My roommate is in her 50s and she is slim and looks like she's 36. My favourite nurse is from the Philippines and told me she's retiring soon. She looks so young! My night nurse is a stunning woman with raven black hair and perfect portions. My fit female anesthesiologist is interested in bringing her daughters to the climbing centre I go to. As was one of the health care assistants. This place is amazing. Were I not in pain a bit of me would wonder if I've actually died on the operating table and this is all a dream it's just so sublime. (Drugs do weird things like make you wonder if you are dead and in your death you're posting on fph. Oh opiates, how terrifyingly powerful you are). Tldr: after multiple appointments with the clinic I got surgery in, I only realised today after my op that no fat people exist here, only beautiful fit people. So many beautiful fit, smart people.  Conclusion, if ever injured and given the choice between regular hospital and surgery for sports injury, or specialized sports surgery clinic go with the latter if you can. This respite is amazing. No nausea! And so much health and vitality.