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.