Sweet Sixteen

I'm thinking of suing the National Health Service (NHS). I had a hospital procedure on Friday in which I was injected with Botox. I had hoped to emerge looking less like a 75-year-old and more like a young Sweet Sixteen. Looking in the mirror, I look exactly the same, so I want to make a complaint. The fact that the Botox injection was into my stomach valve via a gastroscopy ( which I mentioned here ) is neither here nor there. Botox is Botox, right? Seriously though, the procedure at St Thomas' Hospital went well and I always love seeing my consultant as she is just a lovely human. As she injected the sedative (I won't have a gastroscopy without a sedative), she said "here comes your gin and tonic". I was out for the count for the rest of it, but knew there were five people in the room, four of them nurses and one consultant, looking after me, monitoring my blood pressure, oxygen levels and making sure I was in the right position for the gastroscopes to go down.  A prerequis

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