Christ on a bike

Well, maybe not Christ, but me. My lovely holiday in the Highlands didn't turn out the way I had planned. I had a very nasty accident which landed me in hospital, unable to walk, bleeding like hell, and in the operating theatre. Luckily the worst didn't happen and I was discharged today and I came immediately back to Glasgow. I disctinctly remember pulling my clothes away from the area and seeing my skin and about 3 inches of flesh and muscle peel away with it, and this huge hollow where all that stuff should have been. I very nearly fainted, and I couldn't even talk. Still, I went to hospital, was examined, yada yada yada. Even the nurses recoiled when they saw it :/ X-Rays followed, and a bunch of other stuff, culminating in an IV drip and being put under general anasthetic. Afterwards, I looked like one of those people you see on TV! I had the IV drip, the things hooked up to various parts of me, with the tubes going up the nose to boot. Ah, it's never felt better to be back in good old Glasgow.