As I predicted I needed to head to my GP to have my groin dressing replaced (it had oozed overnight).
(Tara tagged along - lucky her.)
What was good was that I met my GP for the very first time.
He then proceeded to rip off my protective cover plaster and I literally hit the roof of his consultancy room.
He said, "Sorry, man, we've only just met and here I am tearing tape off your nuts".
I knew we'd get on well after that.
So as he cleaned and re-dressed my wound we chatted about running. He being a harrier. Me being part Kenyan.
We had a good old time comparing personal best times. As he dabbed my nads with TLC.
Aaaah, how my world has changed.
I'm back there this morning for the nurse to have a go. Wonder if she's hot? And will I be embarrassed? And under control? Or not? Will let you know.
Pee
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