Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix

Of course the phoenix orders Lobster Thermidore followed by a flaming plum pudding .

Except this metaphorical phoenix would be a classic phoenix and perform all the expected phoenixy things.

Like bursting into flame at the end of its life and then being born again from the ashes

In my world however, for phoenix read angioplasty.

After the abrupt ending during my vein surgery last week, I mistakenly assumed that my operation would simply be rescheduled. In my naïve appraisal of the facts, the angioplasty would be rebooked as a vein graft procedure. Those of you more medically aware, especially in surgical operations of the groin and vein, will no doubt be irritatingly shouting at the computer “femoral-femoral surgical revascularisation”, but then I'm certainly not the sort who would google a specific medical term just to impress.

Naturally when the letter arrived from the place where a lot of doctors and nurses work together with an admin and support base, or "hospital", then I was expecting to see a new surgery date. After all I had already been examined, poked, probed, scanned, and cardio tested by the vascular team already.

However as if by magic the letter had vanished and been replaced by one referring me to a vascular consultant. Just simply that; no op or pre op, just a full stop. Back to the very first chapter.

The whole angioplasty trick had ceased, and like a magnificently plumed phoenix it had combusted and without so much as a hey presto, vanished.

I shall wait patiently for an operation to rise again from the ashes, Phoenix's orders.