Surgical spirit

I have learnt a valuable lesson over the past 72 hours, namely if you should find an unexpected lump or bump upon your body, then you should not ignore it and hope that it goes away of its own accord. Rather you should instead seek medical help at the earliest opportunity and get it sorted out.

As a result of being somewhat ostrich like, and not doing anything about what at the time was probably nothing too serious, I have just had unplanned surgery to Perpetual Junior. I find myself just home from St Georges Hospital in south London, wondering why I was so stupid in the first place.

Currently I am sporting eleven stitches in a place that no man ever wishes to have stitches, it is very painful to walk and the quickest speed I can manage is about half a mile per hour. I need to take it easy for a couple of weeks until the stitches come out and the bruising & swelling dissipates. Right now it looks like someone has viciously attacked my genitals with a bat of some kind. Worst of all is the fact that my throat is really, really sore from where I had a tube to keep me breathing properly during the operation.

On the plus side, I’ll not only have a good scar, but whilst legally high last night I SMS’d my business partner and professed my undying love for him and all that he does. Thankfully he took it the right way when we spoke earlier today.

I’m an idiot

There is nothing more to add really.