To the surgery yet again yesterday to have my scar inspected and the dressing changed. Nurse Esther is a beautifully-sculpted lass, so I was quite disappointed when she held up the tweezers holding the offending foreign body that had been preventing the scar from closing. It was a tiny black thing no bigger than a gnat's bollock. It means,
ceteris paribus, that the scar will now close, making this my last visit to the surgery and the joy of being poked about by a nubile nurse.
Oh well, maybe tomorrow I'll slip and bruise my gluteus maximus. With a bit of luck....
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