After a disheartening visit to the orthopaedic surgeon this morning we went to Godrevy to blow away disappointment and cobwebs. It was wild but had the right effect. There is an M&S near Godrevy and we called in to buy some cheer-up treats and some Prosecco to toast the President Elect as soon as we know for sure that Biden has, indeed, won. Underneath the magazine is a Duck dinner which we have just enjoyed. The Prosecco is still waiting as I write.
If you have read this far and are interested, the disheartening visit was being told that I have reached the limit of corticosteroid injections in my ankles and the next thing to do is to fuse one of them. This came out of the blue. I had thought I could have more injections as necessary. It’s a keyhole op and only 2 days in hospital but that is the last place I want to be for obvious reasons. Also, the recovery is a long one, 2 weeks in plaster with no moving around, 6-12 in a boot with limited movement and up to a year before I feel it’s a success. That I found depressing but being down is not in my character and I will bounce back. Thank you for reading on.