As a detective chief inspector in Hartlepool in the mid-nineties, I was often asked to speak in other force areas about the success we had had in cutting crime.

Chief Constable Barry Shaw would always check that his counterpart in that area had no objections. I remember once, when Humberside Police gave permission, Mr Shaw, only half joking, said: "He will cause controversy and then make a hasty retreat to his safe haven of Hartlepool".

I have just undergone one of the most traumatic experiences of my life but, as I reflect on what happened, I am comforted by the fact I am in my "safe haven" of Hartlepool.

About three months ago I suffered what I thought was a strain whilst running. Exercise has been part of my life since I was a boy. I was lucky enough to compete at international level and, as I have done in the past, I felt I could train through the strain.

But it persisted to the point where I felt sure I had torn a tendon. I was now hobbling badly and then, five weeks ago, I fell at home.

I put work ahead of doctor's appointments and the problem worsened. When I did see my doctor and physio they both did everything that could be expected of them but, as the problem continued and worsened they insisted I see an orthopaedic surgeon in Hartlepool, which I did on Monday. X-rays revealed the problem was far more serious than I thought.

The top of my left thigh had broken in two - probably as a result of the fall. Bone was grinding against bone and I could have suffered a blood clot at any time.

I was immediately admitted to University Hospital, Hartlepool, where the consultant explained the seriousness of the injury.

It was only then that the full impact of what had happened sank in and I went into a state of shock.

Speaking of health, in the past I have said, "I don't smoke, I don't drink, I exercise and I don't eat many fatty foods. I won't definitely live longer but at least they'll find a coffin to fit me." This experience re-emphasises that no matter how fit you may think you are, you never know what is round the corner.

If you feel unwell, feel something about your body isn't right, then make sure you get checked out by the doctor as soon as possible.

My leg has now been pinned and as I recover I have observed the National Health Service first hand. Some people seem eager to criticise the NHS but I cannot speak highly enough of it.

Everyone, from consultant surgeon Maas Shaheen to Sharon Phillipson, who makes my tea and keeps the wards clean, operates as a team.

Everyone knows what their role is and how they fit in with others. They are all extremely busy but go about their duties without fuss and with a smile on their faces.

Rather than go home, Senior Team Leader Steve Petch stayed well beyond his shift end to ensure I came through in recovery; staff nurse Kelly Malone is a reassuring presence, while everything is run with military precision by ward sister Margaret Metcalf.

The hospital may not be the newest, but there can be no better staff.

We are very fortunate in this country to have such kind and dedicated people looking after us when we need them most.