More Is Not Always Better

After yesterday's return to work the evening brought a return to agony. I had to call the paramedics, who, on arrival, declared that they could not help and that only a doctor could.

The doctor, once I managed to track one down, offered his diagnosis of Deep Vein Thrombosis and booked me a visit to Harrogate District Hospital.

After a series of less-than-amusing misadventures in the nightmare world of NHS administration, I received new, hopefully improved, painkillers, a free taxi ride home, and an invitation to a repeat performance tomorrow.

Meanwhile, my leg continues to attract horror fans everywhere.