I have a surgery date and it’s now less than two weeks away. I’m pleased that there’s no more waiting, but also terrified because it’s a massive operation, with a miserably long, hard recovery time and that’s nothing to look forward to.
It’s still the right, and only, thing to do…but it’s still daunting.
Two weeks time and I’ll be starting my recovery, working hard to get well enough to come home from the hospital.
In the meantime, somehow Christmas almost passed me by. We went out for lunch with my dad and A’s mum, opened a few presents, but that was largely it. I didn’t even put up all the decorations this year, just the tree and the knitted pretties. I think it may have been because I had an exam just a week before, and with surgery so soon after it almost seemed like an inconvenience. Still, it was something of a distraction.
I have no idea how the exam went, by the way. I answered every question to some degree, even the bits that should balance did balance. There was only one section of one question which I had no answer for, but I manage to babble on for a paragraph anyway. I’ll get the result in a few weeks time.
So I suppose I’d better get some knitting projects lined up for recovery, plan some television/films, work out plenty of distractions. Luckily I have some fabulous friends and family, so I should have plenty of help.