Many friends nagged. I saw doctor. Expected pills. Got sent to A&E. ‘Follow me,’ said nurse. Expected a cubicle, jab, slash and stitch and thank you and goodbye. Got shown a bed. Full anaesthetic. Cause of Writer’s Bottom dug out. Now suffering exhaustion and sore throat from anaesthetic. Daily trips to surgery for clean dressings. No photos.
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