Here's a good Friday time-waster ... go back in time to the last weekend in February, and start moving coffins around in your garage. Then, after you've heard and felt popping noises up and down your left arm, spend the next few weeks trying to convince ANYBODY that you've torn your biceps. Eventually, your GP will schedule an MRI just to get shut of you. As soon as the results are posted (and the tear evident), your GP will refer you to Orthopedics, who will get you in for an emergency consultation. If all has gone well, it should be last Thursday (yesterday) by this stage, then you can spend all Friday in the Surgery Center, either hurrying up and waiting, under the knife, or being slapped into wakefulness after the surgery so they can all go home. Great fun.