Seriously. I ended up spending the afternoon in A&E - see this thread.
The doctors laughed! Yes, I they laughed! They laughed at my blue glittery playdough wound dressing on my abdomen and on my leg stump. They laughed at the my little pony shaped hole I was sporting. And then they dared to laugh at my beautiful hand-made artificial leg, crafted lovingly for me by my daughters out of lego...well, duplo actually as the DDs aren't old enough for proper lego yet.
I am astounded but don't know where to go from here really. Surely they ought to be more professional than that. I feel humiliated - nay, violated .
And to top it all, my good leg is so, so painful from the fuzzy felt burns.
Oh ffs! The doctors have got better things to do than run after you and your wobbly lego legs! They see people with playdough inflicted injuries every day and it puts a huge burden on resources! You were lucky to get treated at all you know - it is free after all. In America there are people who have to sell their houses after a run in with play equipment. It wrecks lives - just think before you act next time!