Immobile Again

I’ve had yet another trip into hospital, a repeat of last year’s procedure to try and deal with the uncomfortable swelling in my trousers. This time on my mission to visit all of the West Midlands’ hospitals, it was the Royal Orthopedic. Day surgery only, and an exemplary case of great care, efficiency, and ease, from start to finish.

I’ve had a couple of examples of the reverse recently, which I haven’t blogged because I do not wish to add fuel to the funeral pyre the current shits in power seem to be arranging for the NHS. About the only complaint I can make about this hospital is location and parking, but that’s really a secondary issue; a favour from a family member soon sorted that.

So, I’m back off the bike, unable to drive for a while, and off work for a bit, so I’ll quite possibly get ranty here and on Twatter. Still, at least I get chauffeured about and I don’t have to suffer the Oldbury Viaduct for a while. Plus, this time, I’m not getting snowed in, so at least soon I’ll be able to make it to the pub.

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