! This post hasn't been updated in over a year. A lot can change in a year including my opinion and the amount of naughty words I use. There's a good chance that there's something in what's written below that someone will find objectionable. That's fine, if I tried to please everybody all of the time then I'd be a Lib Dem (remember them?) and I'm certainly not one of those. The point is, I'm not the kind of person to try and alter history in case I said something in the past that someone can use against me in the future but just remember that the person I was then isn't the person I am now nor the person I'll be in a year's time.
If you’re squeemish, don’t enlarge the picture below. I changed the dressings on my knees this morning and they’re still oozing a bit …
The big scar you can see down the middle is actually two scars from previous surgery. No photo’s of those I’m afraid, they were pretty gruesome. I’ve got some pictures of the inside of my knee that I’ll post when I get round to scanning them in.
There are few things more fascinating than being shown the on-going scars of someone else’s operation 🙂
You call that a knee do you?
Usually I call it a knee although sometimes I call it “ow, fuck shit that bloody hurts”.
Wonko, as everyone knows, knees are knobbly, hairy and covered in callouses, scabs and warts.
Too fat to be knobbly, too scarred to be hairy and no callouses or scabs because I haven’t been able to kneel on them (apart from on a bed ;)) for years.
That is not a knee – it’s the baldy Chinese bloke from Kung Fu who used to call David Carradine, ‘Grasshopper’….
Psh, man. You haven’t caught me yet!
Call that a scar..’tis but a scratch! Now get on your knees and worship me in a manner becoming to my sheer magnitude of excellence, bitch..;)