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Photographic Quiz.

Photo No. 245.

 

Question:- In the first couple of years of the 19th century, a half mile track was constructed, mainly for walking competitions. This was only about five miles from the first track constructed in Coventry (NO not the Butts Blog, despite what all these local Coventry historical wallahs might say!!!) What was the name of the first winner of the first race held there? And amazingly, over a hundred years later, the European Race Walking Cup was held over the same half mile loop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What was the name of winner of the first race of the day? And what was the country the walker represented?

 Dear Blog,

                Tell Mr Cameroon and his healthy minister that the following might explain why the NHS has no spare quids ................

                 I am having a two year anniversary bash and you and your partner Blog, are cordially invited. The theme of the party will be 'Doctors and Nurses'.

                 Why is this you ask Blog. That is a very good question, if I may say. Well it is two years ago given a day here or there, that I had my mega arse over tit experience. Two months sleeping in a chair then three months in bed with my head wedged, no problem. It was my Knee stupid. An unusable left wrist [still is]. It was my right Knee stupid. Swollen calf and foot. It was my Knee stupid.

                  And so it came to pass, that six months slipped by. It was no problem injecting myself for six months. I just love needles Blog, don't you? ;It was my Knee stupid. An no real inconveniences living off warfarin and bleeding away. It was my right Knee stupid.

                 The x-rays of leg ankle, back helped to pass the time .... Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Unusual result, but no further action needed. So what is all this 'unusual' business [lease, doctor man?? It was my bloody right Knee stupid.

                 And so it came to pass, that another six months slipped by. It was a problem trying to get dressed  without the use of certain limbs to facilitate the pulling and tugging required to look my usual elegant self. It actually was my right Knee stupid.

                And so it came to pass, that  a further  six months slipped by. It was no problem  listening to all the scary noises in the scanning machine. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Lets set off with the spine. Dare I sugggest my right Knee???

               Shall we now waste further National Health money and scan your ankle??? Try the right Knee stupid! And the leg scan?? At least visiting different hospitals gave me an insight about how the National Health Service works in different parts of the country. The quality of the cups of tea vary so much ... and the price ... and the quantity. I do prefer china cup to a polystyrene mug, don't you Blog?

              Mr Cameroon says the National Health Service has pots and pots of money so we will use up a bit of it to scan your right knee.

              Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. We have another new specialist or two for you to see.

             Yes infarction  of the tibia and fibia. It was my right the Knee stupid.

             And after many moon rises, waxes and wanings, the surgeon shows me the scan of the remains of the tear of the medial ligament and the distorted bone growth of the bone which should be removed by surgery. Wot did I say two years ago????????????????? JUST WOT DID I SAY??????

            And the surgeons are impressed by my 18 inch leg scar and the scar where two of the bones in my right foot were extracted many moons ago and the scars of my half dozen abductor operations and the operation scar left after my medial ligament on my left leg was operated on .... which I cannot recall!!!!!!!!!!!! And they invite other doctors to havaluk.

           And the  new consultant was good, and he referred me to the Physio who is Brilliant with a capital 'B'.  And watch out Blog, because there could be a runner running somewhere near you soon.  Something that has  been missing in 2014 and 2015 apparently. Or so I am told. But I could be wrong. For my impeding birthday, I shall no longer use my trudges; I shall throw away my trudges and walk tall like a man and run like a gazelle. And the Lord saw that it was my right Knee.

            And with a bit of luck I will be a free agent sometime soon! And I shall give the NHS back to Mr Cameroon so he can help those that need help.

                                            Colin

P.S. Just how many quids in the last 24 months has the NHS wasted on me when a little listen to the experience of over 50 years of trudging on my right knee here and  there and everywhere would have given a solution in minutes and saved two years of a bloody lot of PAIN!