I went to see the doc last Friday and she took great delight in telling me she loved 'whipping' ones like that off! Shit!
So at 3pm today I went back, I had to wait as the operation had to be carried out in the nurses room, fair enough! Well, I lay on the operating table and the tag is high on my leg, so I rolled my shorts up to give access, but I wasn't aware that the nurse would hold them, conveniently for her resting her hands across my bits - well I wasn't expecting the injected anaesthetic, more serious than I had expected I was thinking.
That soon took effect then the doc was standing there with a soldering iron looking thing, said, you may smell burning flesh, but don't worry! Ffftft ffffft fffft rising smoke, vial smell, there you go mr turner, all done. Weyhey, not much bleeding, but take it easy for a couple of days incase the stalk does bleed, then apply pressure. I am officially getting old.
A pic from my holiday!
Thought I would throw this in as I would like to be back in the warm again.
Transfer window closes.
Thank god, maybe things will settle down, lots of slagging off for not getting another striker, but would we have got anyone better than what we have? Or just added depth? At least it's over now so we can get on with the season and climb the table.
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