Well Thursday last week I was reminded that I’m not fixed. It was the first proper town trip out since my surgery, 225 days post op.
It was agony and I’m so broken, swollen and I’m frustrated. But we did all the paperwork, and managed to do some uni shopping too. It’s feeling pretty real right now. Visited the accommodation too.
Now I’m 33 weeks post op, and it’s been a week of family things, so physio has taken a back seat. We had some impromptu sunny weather so took advantage of that and visited Barmouth, for the beach, fish + chips and of course ice cream!!
Then celebration of reggae at the local town with free rumballs, well it would be rude not too. It was bank holiday weekend after all. After decades of avoiding bank holiday things, we did both Saturday (beach) and Sunday (reggae night) and I was exhausted.
So the new week, we haven’t done much, collected more uni stuff that was ordered and much needed food shopping.
I’m resting now until Friday when it’s the #BlackpoolSwitchOn
Groin still twinging and sore, so I’m avoiding a lot of movement, and using my stick more and more. Hope it settles down soon.