I had a hospital appointment yesterday and, after eight months of excruciating pain, phsyiotherapy, weight loss, acupuncture, pilates exercise and a steroid injection in my back under general anaesthetic, I FINALLY had the joy of hearing my surgeon say, “Well, you can’t go on like this, can you?”
Which means I’m going to have surgery! Woohoo!
He didn’t seem to think it would take too long to get a date for it, although the words “too long” with the NHS could be anything from a week to three months. No idea. Should know very soon. However, I don’t care, because there’s a CURE and I’m GETTING IT and at some point I will be able to WALK AGAIN!
So I’m a bit happy at the moment. Who knew the offer of serious spinal surgery would bring me sunshine?
Due to my overwhelming being stuck-in-the-houseness I’ve been watching lots of DVDs. This week I finally got round to watching season one of Prison Break and I’m so addicted every spare minute is being eaten up by Wentworth Miller, Dominic “I starred in John Doe, you know” Purcell and their cohorts. I’m loving it so much I’m thinking of getting a tattoo. Possibly not one like Michael’s, though… it might be a bit extreme:
Plus I think my boobs might ruin the artistic effect. Oh well.