Only twats ride with worn cleats

So everything is starting to look good. The nurses are positively excited about the speed of healing. What were mucky deep edges of flesh are now forming skin and the rate of gunking is declining pleasantly and daily. The only odd thing is the chunk of bioglue which sticks out of the wound like a sore tongue. With all this good stuff going on there has to be something amiss.

And there was. After the agony of last week particularly and the preceding weeks in general, painkillers presented a way of getting through the day and most particularly the night. Where possible I avoided them during the day but dosed up to allow for a decent sleep. As the pain subsided I determined to cut out even the night time dose. Suffice to say, a couple of months of codeine is sufficient to make withdrawal unpleasant. Sleeplessness, moodiness and fuzziness, difficulty in concentrating, swiftness to anger. Luckily, that is now behind me and I can dream of the last few weeks of the healing process.

I hope to reduce my hospital visits to alternate days from next week. I'm seeing the surgeon on Tuesday. I also hope to have the mystery of the jutting glue explained and an idea of how it is meant to biodegrade when it is sticking out of me. Finally and most fervently, I hope to have an idea of when the whole ordeal will be over. Easter would be nice but may be too much to hope for.

Thanks yet again for all your kind thoughts.