Got A Date!

No, not one of those…nor those. This is a date for a new knee operation! Woohoo! At last I can plan the next few weeks, and then a couple of months ahead…I like to know what’s going on. This is not to say I don’t like surprises ( so long as they are good ones, involving friends, alcohol, fast cars, nice young men…ahem, back to reality…) but as I get older ( and more forgetful) I like to put things in my diary and know it will happen. It also helps me plan for needing cover for the holiday cottage changeovers on a Friday. Also hubby now knows when I will need his help after the intensive hydro-physio. Did I tell you I am going to the same place Andy Murray went to recover after his hip op? Posh, eh! Apparently this method has speeded up recovery for the majority of users, so I really hope it will get me back up and running ( stop laughing! You know what I mean!) sooner.

The worst bit of all of this is not being able to drive for a few weeks. I don’t mind not being able to do the food shopping – online will be fun for a while, and Hubby can read a list as well as cooking…I’ve trained him well. However not being able to just go somewhere when I want to, with whatever I need in the boot, will drive me nuts!!!! BE WARNED!!!!

My main concern at the moment is the hospital I am going to is so new it has yet to be commissioned. However it is being run by Ze Germans, who are very efficient as we know, and I will be very surprised if anything goes wrong. Then the health insurance company has to like them too…Once all of that is in place I will relax a bit. It is the reliance on others I don’t like; I’m not good at asking for help – my mother was always doing it and I found it so embarrassing somehow – and I really don’t like asking Hubby to help… because he works for a Japanese company who think home life is nothing to do with them and should fit in around your work. That being said, when I am due to leave the hospital for the clinic Hubby will be in a golf committee meeting that cannot be missed! I am raising my eyes to heaven as many a golf widow will recognise. I have some lovely friends who have volunteered to drive me, and I am so grateful, but finding it difficult to say yes. It’s me, not them! I am reluctant to ask my son too…but that has more to do with the size and state of his car!! Small and messy, just like his mother. His car, not him!

So hopefully this time next month I will be doped up to the eyes with painkillers, a lovely scar running down the front of my knee, nice young things answering my buzzer, and nothing but physio to do…reality involves being bullied into walking up and down corridors and then stairs when you don’t want to but know you must, and is good for you. I’m expecting no sympathy from Hubby as he will be at work ( nice air-conditioned office!), but know he will be mildly at a loss as most men are when their significant other is in hospital. All say ahhhh, bless them. Send Chocolate!

Author: thebisson

I am a bubbly caring soul who has learned much from life's lessons, but always willing to learn more. Actress, artist, lover of life. I live in the country with Hubby and son, when they are here, cats and dog. I have a holday cottage!