The ongoing saga regarding my leg infection and subsequent deep vein thrombosis has given me a fresh insight into the workings of the NHS.
Previous relationships have been as a result of operations and recovery periods when getting out of hospital was the only thing which occupied my mind.
But this time there was no overnight stay, just daily visits to the day ward to have blood tests taken.
And I have to admit I was slightly disappointed when I was told they were no longer necessary.
I was getting into a nice wee routine ... arriving at 8.30 a.m., enjoying a chat with the nurses, grabbing a cup of coffee and bacon roll as I left, and still getting into work for 9 a.m.
All very efficient and friendly.
In fact the only thing that spoiled it was having to walk the gauntlet of smokers at the hospital entrance seemingly oblivious to the sign advising that the grounds are a smoke-free zone.
Our childcare arrangements meant four-year-old Calum had to accompany me on my last visit.
But any worries that seeing his dad having a needle stuck in him proved unfounded as he spent the rest of the day asking for a blood test to make his sore knee better!