I should never have let my surgeon do what he did.
That’s obvious now.
I need to stay in control, mentally.
I go back to Chiswick tomorrow, by myself with a suitcase and obviously strapped to a wheelchair, to an uncertain environment.
Here in Hosp I’m safe, with help just a press of a button away
God knows what it’ll be like in the flat, trying to slot in. I feel like a square peg about to be shoved into a round hole.
I’m totally physically helpless and that makes me far weaker than I was 10 weeks ago.
I’m definitely going to need my friends, more than ever before.