The three step process is coming along....
Step one: Destroy Tumor
Last week I had a day in hospital to have surgery. I came out of hospital, high as a kite on drugs, dizzy from blood loss, and have a 24 hour period from which I actually remember very little. Apparently during this time I posted on Facebook, sent SMS messages and had phone conversations, all of which my online record attests to; however I don't actually remember very much from that day. I remember being given chocolate. I also remember trying with little success to complete my 2nd kung fu form in the kitchen while waiting for my kettle to boil, lifting my arm up above my head in a correct block was a bit too much. Also my feet just couldn't seem to point the right way.
The great part of having surgery is that a tumor about the size of my thumb (you can use your thumb for scale if you want to check out what that looks like) has been removed from my body. The not so great part is that my body feels like it's been kicked by a donkey. Repeatedly.
I'm still in a bit of shock over the whole experience emotionally. I'm so happy that the little bastard of a tumor is out of my body, and I just can't quite shake the odd feeling that I've just dodged a major bullet. I was sent home from hospital with a large packet of pain-killers which I'm not taking, as I hate the cotton-wool head feeling. The constant pain of now empty flesh tugging at my fresh surgery wound is almost a comfort. I can physically feel that something is gone from my body. I can feel my flesh settling back in to place. I just don't know yet if I should be jumping up and down to celebrate (well jumping very gently as everything still hurts) or sitting down to have a big girly cry.
Well onwards and upwards, I can't wait until this blog is back to bike rides and audio-book reviews. I found myself an audio copy of Salman Rushdie's "The Satanic Verses" which I'll start listening to when I'm cleared by the Doc. to get back on the push-bike. Frankly, the blurb of the book itself didn't grab me that much on it's own merit, my fascination is more due to the amount of public attention the book and author has received.
I'm just so eager to get back in the saddle, put my feet to the pedals, and wind my way up into the hills.
