The biscuit tin says it all really – keep calm and carry on!
Yesterday I spent four hours at the hospital (admittedly a rather smart one I have been shunted over to by the NHS because the normal one is full) hopping about having X-rays and seeing my consultant surgeon to hear all about the less than delightful things that he is going to do to my poor old foot on Friday morning.
To say it made me a tad queazy was a bit of an understatement to say the least. Although I have had two ops on each foot three years ago (the nasty old bunion removal that went wrong on both feet first time and had to done again right away – quite a saga) what he is going this time is like chopping the damn thing to pieces. There was much talk of cutting, breaking, pinning, tendon shortening, bone removal and possibly some pain and numbness.
Did I look phased by all this? You betcha, I was an interesting shade of green, I think somewhere between eau de nil and avocado on a paint chart. He asked if I had any questions so I asked if a foot transplant wouldn’t be easier. Alas this is not a possibility so I am having to settle for full sensory deprivation and back-up drugs instead.
I shall be going in on Thursday afternoon and having the op on Friday morning. Hopefully be home Friday evening. Then it will be Life On The Sofa for six weeks.
Will keep you up to date.
PS still suffering from the dreaded disease Intermittent internet and awaiting a visit from BT who are finally admitting that there just might be a teensy problemette with their phone line.