Last night, well, early this morning, was my first trip to A&E for a very long time.
It must be at least fourteen years since my last visit for a suspected broken arm.

Whilst we were loading our equipment out of the National Army Museum last night, i managed to get my hand caught between a wooden box and a metal flight case. The result was a nice gouge to my hand, which was pretty deep.

A quick drive back from London to my local hospital proved to be a good one. When i arrived A&E was empty, which is always reassuring and i got seen to within half an hour. I remember sitting around waiting for several hours last time i went to hospital!

After a quick look under the temporary dressing that we’d managed to scrape together from the measly first aid kit we had on site, i was sent to another room where it was cleaned out properly and glued together. I was then given a tetanus injection, just to make sure i didn’t get an infection.
The glue they use is pretty clever, it lets your skin breath whilst holding it together. The nurse said it saves them hours every day, so i’m all for it, even if it does sting!