Well, am I?????
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 woe is me!