A pox on cowardly quacks....

... and other people determined to kill me by protecting me whether I want them to. A curse on the departmental nurse as well, who wants to cotton wool me. It's my bloody life, I shall expend it in whatever way pleases me, and being kept of the fighting course by them when I'm actually better off than I was last time I did it is galling in the extreme, and raises the horrible spectre of "light duties" at some point in the future....