wanderings & wonderings

I am not supposed to be outside for the first 2 weeks of my recovery. I can see the sense in it because without a doubt foot down is a heck

S + 1. It's all over. Well. surgery is. Recovery now begins. All went well. Apart from the whole canula business.

Finally. Just gone midnight and I am about to go and make some porridge and get yet another bottle of water.

A maelstrom of muddled thoughts running across the plains of my mind. No chance of making any sense of anything. Just a dust storm of worry,

I was told I needed this surgery 7.5 years ago. Compared to all the other times I’ve been sliced and diced it’s pretty simple really