I’ve booked in at the doctors. In the mid 1970’s I had an accident at my dads mill, (young and curious) my right hand got stuck in a machine and it started pulling me in, he managed to stop it but a couple of fingers were almost flat. No ambulance, some plaster’s, throwing up, in shock, a mess and worse, told not to say anything, well I just have. I had a life flash at the age of about 10. I’ve started getting dreadful nightmares, maybe it’s also because the fingers are now getting very painful, the sarcoid will love it. Phew.
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