Mustn't grumble

Positive news Just over ten weeks post-operation and I'm doing really well physically. Since late last week I've been driving again and I even walked the dogs (with mum's help - big up my mum for being my live-in nurse for nine weeks) over the weekend.  I'm on a phased return to work as still can't sit in an office chair all day yet and work have been brilliant about it.  I still get the occasional spasm in my knee cap and I'm utterly exhausted and aching at the end of each day,  but I've ditched the Zimmer frame in favour of crutches that I only really need outside the house now. Stairs are still hard work but I don't have to ascend on my bum anymore so that's a plus! Literally the worst thing about the operation was the in-the-tummy anti-DVT injections,  I was so pleased on week six when they were over, they hurt something rotten and I looked like a bruised pin cushion! I've really started to notice how much longer my right leg is now, ...

I'm no angel. I freely admit that, but I do wonder how much of my behaviour stems from my experiences growing up. I am short. There's no denying it. And with being different, I have always been an easy target. Midget, titch, short-arse, you name it, it's been directed at me. Even folk that think they are being cute and remind me how small I am - eye-roll - don't help. I'd like to think I'm also pretty clever, not A* smarts, but a good B+ and being smart and a weirdo don't mix. I've never been very good at keeping my head down and liked putting my hand up in class when I knew the answers, again making me teacher's pet, blah blah. I am also about 50% deaf in my left ear and while I've had a silicone implant to try and build onto the little Auditory Ossicle that was deformed from birth, I still can't hear that well in a group which meant that teasing me came even easier. Oh and did I mention that I'm also as blind as a bat and have had l...