One week after my biopsy and it was time to get the stitches out. I’d removed the sticking plasters a couple of days after the biopsy as I didn’t want the one I’d had problems with where the surgeon caught an artery to start bleeding again. But a week later and it was all dry and clean.
I’d booked into see a nurse at the local surgery a couple of days before and went along this morning to get them removed. I’d explained to her what had happened with the artery, and she was really gentle. I didn’t feel a thing other than a slight tugging and they came out cleanly.
After that was done and knowing I was 50+, she asked me if I was interested in an NHS Health Check. Yes please! She told me to go book an appointment at reception for the following week and she’d check me all out, send me for a blood test, take my weight and blood pressure and give me some advice on how to avoid strokes, heart attacks etc in the coming decade.
I fucking LOVE the NHS. It’s brilliant how you get looked after and it’s all paid for out of your taxes. What a bargain.
So I did as she said, and got myself booked in for the 3rd July at 5:10pm.
