Slept terribly. Wasn't allowed breakfast. Waited for a couple of hours to be seen at the plastics specialist. Local didn't work completely so I was a bit too aware of my knee being stitched back together.


If any of that sounds like a moan, it's not. Because at the end of the day I was treated for free and by amazing, lovely people - one of whom was entering the 13th hour of her shift. The NHS is a bloody miracle and I will use my Frankenstein leg to kick anybody who thinks its not worth protecting.