G had an infection last week that Looked a bit like a red somewhat angry patch of skin (nowhere intimate I might add!).  Antibiotics were prescribed (twelve per day) and painkillers were taken.  Improvements were not apparent.

On Wednesday, my mum took G to A&E to get it looked at.  A few hours later, G was being operated on under general anaesthetic and, somewhat suprisingly, was discharged that evening.

G then had to go to the GP to get the dressings changed.  The first time was today.  This was the first time it became totally apparent what had been done.  A somewhat deep wound had been packed with material to prevent the wound from healing wrongly.  G thought it was likely a magicians trick was being performed pulling all this "stuffing" out.  An excruciatingly painful magicians trick, which caused tears to cascade down G's face.

The wound was then cleaned and repacked.  G will have to go through the same process again every couple of days.  The next appointment is on Monday, but if the dressing doesn't last, we'll have to go to A&E.

It has to be said that G is milking it and is using me as a personal slave. I've even had to cook dinner.  I feel very hard done by.