As I said, it’s a week of anniversaries. Six years ago today, my leg was cut off and put back on again with a new ball and socket hammered in.
What I most remember (though I blogged the experience, including the experience of feeling like a post being banged into the ground) is the middle of the night, gritting my teeth because the analgesics had worn off but not asking for more because the post-operative pain wasn’t worse than arthritis. I was a twit for not having the operation sooner.
Next one coming up, don’t know if it’ll be months or a year or two, but it’ll be fine, darlings. I’ll just keep setting off the alarms at airports.