I had my CT scan a week ago, and we trundled back to hospital on Monday for the results and a plan of action. Except I didn’t get to see my lovely, laid-back surgeon; I got stuck with his boss – the one that I disliked on sight when he came to my bedside in … More Hip-Cracking Misery, And Bad Bedside Manners
I shan’t divulge his name because I’m too professional for that and I’m not mean, but I didn’t like the head of physio from the moment I saw him after my hip operation. He extended his hand for me to shake, and it was like clutching limp, soggy lettuce – and I never trust such … More Why I Hated The Physio Guy, And What I Should Have Said To Him
WARNING: Photographs of injuries, which are explicit in nature. Not for the squeamish.