So who wants to see my groin?
I feel like, after all this time, I’ve been doing you a huge disservice by not showing you my groin. It is every blog-maintainer’s responsibility, is it not?
Unfortunately, no non-medical people (apart from me) were allowed into the operating theatre, so my poor mum with her point-and-shoot Nokia couldn’t get any shots of my gruesome operation actually taking place. I do, however, have some shots immediately preceding the op, and the aftermath:
I am on the yellow, and thus snookered. Note my leg is marked, so this must still be pre-op.
I would imagine this was so they got the right leg this time.
Yeah, I beat the crap out of that shark.
I actually don’t know what this is. It could be part of my epidural. It could be an emergency infusion of pomegranate juice. I have no idea.
My leg in suspension. The handle’s for hoisting myself up if I need a shit/shower/whatever.
Ah, more gratuitous groinage. This is removing staples from my scar.