Thanks yet again guys

it's good to be back. I can't believe how many replies this thread has had!
I'm glad you find my attitude an inspiration neverender. Having a laugh beats sitting around moping; like Red says in Shawshank Redemption - you either get busy living or get busy dying.
Thanks Darrin, it could have been worse - R124/LA420 laughed beer over his monitor!
Biohazard - my first thought was that I'd gone out for a ride round on my MTB (and was worried what had happened to it) but that was safe at home as I found out later. My best guess is that I'd gone exploring these woodland paths to see where they went, you see a lot of people walking dogs around there.
The doctors and nurses said that I was expected to be in there for three months minimum and six was more likely.
No sense letting good food go to waste Will
Hehe - bet you didn't save me any. Mind you, I've got my own - ready cooked! lol
Although I don't remember it, I hope I never give anyone a scare like that again. I'll stick to climbing trees and running off the top of sand dunes!
Although I'd like to claim it as all my own work, the speed of healing may well have had something to do with a clinical trial that my brother volunteered me for, a dressing called Acticote which contains silver. Because of this, they took photos of me throughout my stay to check on how well it was working. And the kind sister also downloaded them onto my USB drive for me. It was only when I looked at them when I got back home that I realised how bad a state I was in while I was sedated. When they take skin for a graft, they put it through some machine that makes lots of perforations in it so that it covers about 150% of its original area, when stretched it looks like one of those netting bags that you get satsumas in. And guess how they attach the new skin to the rest of you? Staples! I'd got more staples in me than W H Smith!
Some of the pics are pretty gruesome - not the sort of thing you want to see while eating spaghetti bolognese.