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Sunday 18th October 2020

Today, I am going out for lunch. 
A nice lunch, Sunday lunch, at a decent gastro pub in Hullbridge - not too far away from where we live. 
I'm determined to dress up; put on some make up, wear a pair of heels that I bought months ago and never wore; due to a certain global pandemic, do my hair and dress like a millionaire. 
A millionaire that only got released from hospital two days beforehand. 

I have just had a serious major operation - my second in fifteen months. Due to said global pandemic, I was isolated in my hospital room for ten days. I was released into a new season and new government rules regarding social distancing, safety curfews and laws. 
I was released with an impressive set of stitches, a great deal of pain, no coccyx and a new diet. 
I was released to great support and overwhelming messages.
Talk about a whirlwind of emotions! 

I have new found knowledge since my stay in hospital and new found gratitude to the simplest of things - you have no idea how much you miss human touch, a friendly face or fresh air until you are deprived of it. Knowing that you cannot argue as the pandemic of the outside world could infect, damage and destroy your already vulnerable, asthmatic and healing body. 

However, I am also inspired by my own strength, physically and mentally- whilst being enclosed within my own cocoon - buried alive almost - hearing the outside world from my hospital bed in busy Marylebone, London - but only being able to listen and observe. 

Technology was a saviour during the loneliest of times and that brings me to my next proudest observation; that of my twin toddlers. At only three years old, their strength and cheerful nature inspired me throughout - always positive and always carrying on.
I prepared so much for them incase they needed me whilst I was away - I needn't have worried - they are stronger than I am. 

Regardless, I am glad to be home and recovering amongst the 'new normal' of the globe and mixing it with my 'new normal' of recovery. 


This is my new chapter - this is my story of discovery and recovery.


Comments

  1. Beckett.kb1 November 2020 at 12:42

    Must have been so tough coming out of surgery and into intensive care without a loved ones hand to hold, and then another 10 days on your own. You're so brave xxx

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  2. Anonymous9 November 2020 at 13:15

    I am so amazed on how you have handled the situation that you have been put in.
    I can truly say - that you are the most strongest, amazing, powerful woman I have ever met.

    Myself & the boys are so proud on how far you have come, keep up all the good work on your blog and your recovery.

    Xxx

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  3. Gift15 November 2020 at 03:05

    You are the one of strongest woman​ I have ever known. 👏👏✌️✌️

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