Rutger had promised me he would call during my consultation with the orthopaedic surgeon, so I hadn't really paid attention to all the medicalese that came out of his mouth at my last physiotherapy session. Of course, he quite forgot to call, and so in desperation while the surgeon's back was turned momentarily, I called him. Then in two minutes flat, after I handed my mobile to the consultant, where I had been arguing for twenty, it was all agreed: surgery to my ankle will take place on July 9th.
I feel rather overwhelmed. I've been pushing for this for over 2 years, but with the speed things are moving now, I don't know if this really is the right way forward; also because the consultant said he won't really know what needs doing until he opens up the ankle and goes in.
And I missed Doctor Who last Saturday. Can anybody vouch for me at doctorwho_eps? It seems they've changed the rules after they'd had a spot of bother. Sorted. Cheers!