The Leg

 

        I should have mentioned the one carry-over from my fall on the escalator--the further treatment of my leg. We needed the stitches out and we made an appointment with a clinic here in London. The first time we went, the doctor said that the wound was not sufficiently healed to take the stitches out--she cleaned the wound and redressed it, told me to keep it dry, and we fixed an appointment for one week later. Keeping it dry meant wrapping the leg with cling film--which was real pain every day when I showered.

    Second week--she took the stitches out and redressed the wound. "Keep it dry until next week." More daily cling film, and yesterday we went again, hoping that I could now leave the dressing off...but no--still minor oozing. And the advice was--another week of cling film, then Joan to check it, and to put another plaster on if it is still oozing.

    Will this leg thing ever end?

    The only other remnant of my fall are the three parallel scars running down my forehead above my left eye. Visible, but not ugly in any way--adds character to my face...