Today we road tripped to Brissie for my first appointment with the specialist post surgery! There was no car pool karaoke even though we had threatened it may happen.. just coffee, travel drugs and a fair bit of laughter/back seat driving!
I wore real clothes, makeup and did my hair – it was exciting!
There was a fair bit of hanging around today. As we drive home tonight I am feeling absolutely shagged.
While struggling to find a comfortable position for my leg (without lying on the floor) we passed a lot of time today in a coffee shop at the Mater Private.
I found myself looking out across Stanley St to the caged high-rise playground of the children’s hospital. So many parents soaking up the sun as they watched their poor sick little kids play. Just as I was considering how challenging it must be for them, a young mum and her primary school aged son sat beside me. The poor little darlin was so bent and twisted as a result of his short lifetime with cerebral palsy. A beautiful little soul he was… they were obvious regulars. Hospitals provide brutal and necessary perspective.
It a poignant reminder that I am genuinely grateful for my lot in life. I have NOTHING to complain about.
Ivan reinforced this when we finally got to see him!
I’m all good.
My wounds are good.
My leg is good – has actually grown 1.7cm – and my knee (while apparently horrifying in an X-ray) is pretty fantastic in real life.
So that’s all ‘good’. It was accompanied by Ivan’s cautionary reminder ‘it’s not going to get easier’.
But I’m ok with that… one step at a time.