What a pain in the a***

Baking update!: I baked more homemade sausage rolls for Christmas! and I made a pork, apple, cranberry and pistachio stuffing - it was gorgeous!  This Christmas was an unusual one; everyone said it. I'd bet good money that the most used phrase in the last few weeks were; 'Hopefully I'll see you when this is all over' or 'Lets hope next Christmas will be better'.  I'm currently within the five blurry days between Christmas and New Years Eve - whereby you have no idea what day it is, eating Christmas leftovers and too much chocolate. I actually missed the feeling of having an alcoholic drink over Christmas - so I had a red wine with my Christmas lunch, something not unusual to what I would have done 'before' - as it turns out, I can't seem to stomach alcohol anymore - it's almost as if I was rewired in the operation - a barrier put onto my liver.  The last 'big' night out I had was at a friends 40th, back in January 2020 - before social

This weekend has been a nightmare. I received the prescription for my infection(S)  -  'Ciproxin'  - from my surgeon in London. As we live an hour away, it is more useful for us to pick up the prescription from our local pharmacy; so I sent the prescription over, via email to the pharmacy and called them to let them know - that was a laugh:  Me: Hi there, (my name is.. address.. you get the picture)  I've sent over a prescription from my private consultant, I wondered if you could process it please?  Pharmacist assistant: we cant process it without the hard copy. Me: no problem - I'll get that sent over to you - are you still able to process it?  Pharmacist assistant: yes - but I need the hard copy. Me: I'll talk to my consultant's assistant to get that sent over - so you are able to process it now or will I have to wait?  Pharmacist assistant: where is the hard copy?  Me: well, currently in Harley Street - but they can post it over to you.  Pharmacist assistant

 I've been sleeping a lot the past few days; lunchtime naps and late afternoon naps - often sleeping when the boys come home from nursery (enter mum guilt!) but I knew that this must mean I am approaching yet another hurdle.  I was correct - my surgeon confirmed on Tuesday that I have a high infection and therefore will need to be on antibiotics over Christmas. Whilst I was there I mentioned to him that I was experiencing pelvic pain, not only from the obvious coccyx area, but now at the front. After much discussing and graphic embarrassment (on my part) my surgeon suggested that this must be due to something that he did during the surgery and has referred me to a pelvic consultant (consultant number five!) to get the problem looked at.  I spoke to the pelvic consultant today and in her words, my nerves are 'pissed off' due to the impact of the coccygectomy and she will need to try various methods to 'wake them up' - some of the methods were explained to me; and I c

 

 This week marks two months since my last operation. I'd like to say that I'm on the mend, but I had a set of blood tests this week and my infection rate is very high - so It looks like I'll be on another load of antibiotics by the weekend.  Not only that, but my scarring from the third operation has turned into keloid scarring - which is very painful. It seems I'll have to rest a while longer, before I can begin to get back on my feet.  I'd like to say that I have improved and learnt from each recovery period as time has gone on - as you already know, I didn't allow myself to recover after the first operation due to my upcoming wedding, by the second operation I had scared myself with the infection and my traumatic experience at Fenchurch street station; thinking I was going to die. I  felt that I had been given a second chance to get it right and I owed it to my body to take my recovery more seriously.  My surgeon had suggested therapy and although I was hesit