three hundred and thirty two


12 December. As much as I dreaded my op I have to admit I was quite looking forward to the enforced bed rest. A bit messed up, I know. And it was a perfect overnight stay, drifting in and out of sleep due to the anaesthetic and a wonderful concoction of painkillers, reading a trashy romance novel, thanks Mel, and being waited on hand and foot.  But despite this sad indictment on my life, I am beyond grateful to be home. And for the smile. You just gotta love teenagers.