Hello Little Speckle,
Well, doctors, doctors, doctors. Have spent the majority of yesterday and some of today around hospitals and doctors.
We (you and I) had a fun (not) morning yesterday in the oncology ward at the hospital, watching all sorts of people get needles and drips and what not. Lots of waiting, waiting. I was a bit stressed and then just got used to it. You were pretty content with it all. Not the funnest place on the planet to be, but not as bad as I expected it to be.
Then today we went to the specialist for my ankle, remember I sprained it back when you really were only a little Speck? Well, as they suspected, the orthopedic surgeon confirmed that my ankle needs surgery to repair it so I can walk, run and use it properly again. They are going to have to tighten up my ligaments, reattach / move the reticulum around the ankle tendons, and then hopefully my tendons haven’t torn and all they need to do is strengthen them out and carve a deeper groove for them in my bone. If I’ve torn them all to shreds they are going to have to take some tendon from somewhere else in my leg and then use it to repair the ankle. Bone-grinding goodness. Yay. But as we knew, I have to wait until you’ve popped out before any of this can occur. And once that happens, I am going to be unable to move around so much for a while, so basically I need to be able to pick a time when I can then afford to be on crutches for six weeks post-op to recover. Yay yay yay lucky me. So more fun stuff to look forward to.
Otherwise all is well. You’re kicking around like normal and I’m feeling like a whale. You and I are off to Sydney for the rest of the week tomorrow morning. It should be our last plane trip on the way back, as I’m getting up to the no-fly time for pregnant people. Its going to be busy, but hopefully we’ll get some time to chill out a bit too – not coming back until Saturday afternoon, so a little bit of hang-out and do non-work-stuff time in there too. Anything special you feel like doing? Well, you let me know…