chicks dig scars...don't they?

While I’m pondering the state of my health and awaiting my scan, I had to visit my GP today to see the practice nurse for a vitamin B12 booster injection.  I’ve been having these for a while now and I don’t like them.   The needle is very large, and the injection goes right into my shoulder muscle.  It’s very painful and to cap it off I usually feel unwell for a while after it for some reason.  Today was no exception.

Anyway, after giving me my injection I asked the nurse to have a look at a lump on my back that is causing me a bit of a worry.  She did but wouldn’t be drawn into guessing what it is.  It’ll have to wait for the scan. 

While she was examining me though, she complimented me on the scar I proudly wear on my lower back from my spinal surgery.  Now I’ve always avoided looking at it but after my nurse’s comments I was curious about its appearance and I asked my daughter to take a picture of it for me and she obliged.

It really is quite a sight.  Very neat and very (about 9 inches) long.

I always fancied a duelling scar on my cheek (all the dashing young men used to have one you know) but now I have something far more impressive; albeit out of sight.

Look away now if you’re squeamish!

nice pants man

Well, whaddya think of that then?