A few years ago I was to have an arthroscopic cleanup of damaged cartlidge in my knee. The op date was midweek, so I told my boss I would need a couple of days off, and he understood as he was a former nurse. I went to hospital, got prepped with betadine around the knee area, and waited for nearly two hours on a gurney. The surgeon came out and apologised as he was held up working on a car crash victim trying to save his leg, and they sent me home.
I wrapped bandage around my knee, and went to work. My boss was surprised and told me to go home as I had been under anesthetic, but I blew him off and said the surgeon said I needed to move my knee or it would swell and be unusable, then picked up a heavy bucket and limped away. My boss was getting frantic and grabbed the bucket off me, and again told me to go home, then I told him I felt amazing from the painkillers, but I shouldn't drive. I went into another room and started moving things about, as my boss was yelling that he would drive me home, so I made a deal with him if he let me finish the small job I was doing, he could take me home. He very nervously watched me through a window as I started to exaggerate my limp, and started grabbing things to support myself. He yelled at me that I had to go home as I was going to injure myself, and I said to him the the bandage had come loose with all the movement, and could he at least re bandage me.
Now I had told a couple of co workers what I was doing and they were watching in the background as my boss undid the bandage and was commenting on how neat the surgeon was because he couldn't find the incision site. About then one of my co workers burst into laughter and my boss figured out I hadn't been operated on, and mumbled a few profanities before laughing himself. It was a joke which was re lived year after year.
Allie