Happy New Year

 A week of gentle recovery for me and the small yet significant milestones that it entails. 

Eating, washing, sleeping, walking, life's basics and none taken for granted. The swelling has gone down a lot and my strength and resilience returning. I'm able to sleep pretty well and have been doing more and more. This is certainly an easier and faster recovery than other surgery I remember. 

The highlight this week was on New Year's Eve when my sister and brother in law surprised me by turning up. I'd been watching The Crown and was just feeling all emotional about sisterly love when she put her head around the door. I cried then. We had a lovely day on the sofa, the ever wonderful BigA brought us food and Prosecco (I'm not back on that yet - but it felt nice to be around celebrations) She had to get back to ensure her house survived Connor's first New Year's Eve party. Then A and BigA had plans but mum and I had a gentle evening in together not making it to midnight but happy to head off to bed ready to face 2024. 

I've been relatively bored this week, not able to do anything of very much and fed up of TV. Mum left on Wednesday and I've missed her. She is an expert on convalescing, having had to get me and dad through it so often. It made sense for her to get back to her life and Hilman, but I am sad not to be closer. Better than the distance of Malawi of course. I've got a good book on the go and just enough visitors to make the days feel less repetitive. The kittens are also very entertaining and sweet so I've been enjoying watching them bomb around and destroy any tinsel they get. I need to crack on with the NPQH because there is another unit due soon. All theory because I'm between schools.

 New job, I am having a phase in next week, me new Head, Bruce, is very kind and accommodating. I'm looking forward to it, hoping that I can pace myself. 

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