Passing Out Parade

What is on my mind right now is my foot, today is the day that I go and have the plaster changed and the stitches out, there's roughly thirty or so, I've just counted them. I can't say I'm looking forward to this, last time I nearly passed out and that was far less stitches than this time... I'll get the plaster room technician to do some more piccies for a before and after 







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