Well it's Tuesday morning, John, and I guess you're already there getting a good dose of whatever they've got waiting for you.
You'd be crazy not to be a little shaken.
Walkin' in and hearing " the Green, Green Grass" is like a scene from a ba-a-a-ad movie. Made me think of that song's more humourous re-write line: "again I'll smoke the green, green grass of home".

A five hour infusion - I wonder if they'll keep you in bed, or let you roam around pushing the stand.
Don't worry about the voice - you'll still sound better than Tom Waits.

Prayers to ya. Ian

Ian
My "Original Tunes" Site
My gene pool needs more chlorine.