So as you know I had big surgery in January 2016. The wound hasn’t healed, and next week I’m going to see a plastic surgeon about it.
I’ve had over 200 dressings applied, which started in May. Most of the time that has been 7 days a week. It has been very disruptive to my life, to our lives as a family. Catching up with missed work. Being tired from growing a new buttock. 2 further hospital admissions.
And that has meant plans have been cancelled. Sometimes rearranged. Or not made at all. And as it has gone on longer and longer, fewer and fewer plans got made.
And I’ve tried to be upbeat – no, it doesn’t hurt, yes it’s still going on, ha ha, growing a new bum cheek – but it’s getting harder. Hopefully next week will give me a time frame for getting it sorted.
And so this is an apology for plans cancelled or not made at all, birthday cards that came late, phone calls not made.
And I’m not ready to promise, but there is a hope that it will all be over soon. Then plans can be made, games played, meats BBQd and drinks drunk.
So, please bear with me, it has been a bit limbo-Esque, and there is much I want to do once I no longer have a hole in my bottom.