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Here we go again....

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Sorry for the radio silence, but there's only recently been anything newsworthy to report.

The news

I got a call two weeks ago yesterday to say that the hospital wanted to schedule my left knee operation for four weeks today and that my pre-operative assessment would be two days after! Are the cogs in your brain calculating the dates? ;)
Initially, I was elated since I want to get both knees sorted so I can 'get back to normal'. I'm living in a kind of limbo where I can't really plan anything, so knowing that my second operation is imminent means I have a schedule and know that by this time next year it'll all be over.
However. Hah. I'm terrified.
I had really hoped that my right leg would be fully healed by now... I mean it has been almost ten months, but I'm still quite sore and stairs are still evil beings of torture. I keep telling myself that it's because I walk on a slant whenever I'm not wearing my specially adapted shoes (my left leg being about two centimetres shorter at the moment), but the niggling feeling won't go away.
My family are, as ever, being very supportive; Mum has already offered to play nurse and my husband promises to take me places in the wheelchair. So I'm going to be OK, I know it, but as ever my brain is being a bugger.
I just hope that it all sorts itself out quickly as I really want to take my husband to Disneyland next year as belated celebrations, since later this year he's going to be stuck at home looking after me during our ten year wedding anniversary!
I also just wanted to reiterate how excellent the NHS are. My consultant is very thorough and the support staff have been lovely.

Please send me some healing? *Keeping my chin up*.
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