IT'S COMING QUICK

Well the end of May is getting nearer and nearer… Which means June 17th is coming: F A S T

Couple of days to acclimatise and get over jet lag, consultation on the 23th and under the knife on the 24th. Eeek! It’s crazy to think that it’s finally here.

Before the surgery date was set I was in a weird mind frame. I have always known what was coming, known all different types of operations, what tools they use - heck, even seen the videos! - but never actually allowed myself to come to terms with the fact that it’s me who’s having the surgery. Me! I still feel a little weird about it but I definitely think I’m starting to come round a bit.

It’s going to be such a long road to recovery and it’s going to be hard. I’m actually glad that the people who I have spoken to (who have the same condition) have never sugar coated it one bit; so I do actually feel totally prepared. There are a couple of blogs around too with useful information like what to pack, how I’ll be feeling, when I’ll be able to see properly – all sorts of stuff. This journey would have been a lot more difficult without them.

These past few days have been slow. I broke the legs on my chair around a week ago as I was going up a curb. The chair should manage to get up curbs if they’re 3inches or smaller but for some reason they broke on the smallest curb ever! So I’ve had to get around without the legs on it but my legs are bruised as hell from driving into myself haha (about three days ago I was in my electric wheelchair on the way down to the shop with my sisters when as I was going down a curb, my foot got caught underneath the chair and was crushed between the metal bar and the pavement underneath). Nice. I cried – like a baby – on the side of the road which was sobloodyembarrassing and I was outside my nain’s house but I couldn’t get in because she has a big drop down by her front door and then a desk so I can’t get in! They had to bandage me up on the pavement of a busy road with me crying my eyes out oh God looking back at it I can’t believe how embarrassing that must have been haha!!! If you saw me – sorry!!! My overprotective family (bless them) then forced me to go to the small hospital just to check it out but the x-ray showed no breaks, just badly bruised and some lumps and bumps. Back to the point, 3 days later and I’m still in bed and I’m pretty immobile anyway because I can’t walk but now I’m even worse because I can’t bend my knee properly and my ankle looks weird with a “dropped foot”. Totes glamorous ‘ey?

So at the moment: excited for surgery but it still hasn’t FULLY hit me what is exactly happening to me. It will soon. Especially once I’m being put to sleep on the table ha!