Heel and healing

Now those of a nervous disposition had better not read this posting any further, or at least not look at the photograph, as what is contained would have received an ‘X’ certificate by the censors when I used to go to the cinema as a teenager.

No I’m not planning to turn this blog into a porn site; I am simply going to show a photograph of the wound on my heel, which is taking such a long time to repair itself. So those of you who are nervous but want to read on avert your eyes from the photo now!

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“I’ll swear I received it in the Gallic Wars”

I have to say though that I am in very good hands at the local Bridgegate Surgery, where Nurse Sheldron is looking after and re-dressing the wound twice a week. What a wonderful system we have in our NHS. The fact that these professional people at this Retford Surgery should and do give me as a total stranger to them, as good a service and attention as I would receive at my own GP’s, all totally free of charge, is quite remarkable. In all my travels to many other countries in the World I have found nothing quite to compare with our health system. In that respect alone we should cherish it and be grateful that we have it at our disposal. I know it is not free of charge and that each of us has paid for it during our working lives, but it remains nonetheless quite outstanding in spite of everything.