So it looks like I’ll be having some fairly complex surgery next Thursday, including a bone graft, and the recovery time is six months for at least six weeks of which I’ll be on crutches.
This does not fill me with joy. So I’ve had a wee cry and dug my Big Girl Pants out of their box. I do, after all, only wear them on special occasions.
What I have is a challenge. And every challenge needs a plan. My Bullet Journal is coming into its own and I’m so glad that this is Month 3 with it so it’s not too new but not too boring. I’ve drawn up a list of things I need to do before being admitted and also what I need to take with me. As you can see, there’s plenty of room to note anything else that comes to mind. I also need to have a think about things to do when I’ve recovered from the anaesthetic but am not very mobile.
I’m feeling very proud of me. Because I’m dealing with it instead of curling up in a ball and pretending it isn’t happening. I’ve learned over the last two years that I’m a lot stronger than I think I am. It’s hard to draw on those reserves of strength but I know they’re there and I know I’m going to need them over the next few months. But I’m a Big Girl. I’ve got my Pants on. And I’m doing it 🙂