BACK HOME

No surgery. Wasn't even part of the plan apparently, so how on earth did I think it was? More nerve tests to be done at the freeman, then back to RVI in mid-June. In the meantime I've got a right hand that I could cheerfully cut off myself, that keeps me awake every night and that painkillers don't even touch. Managed to lose the plot a bit when I was told I would have to wait for surgery and ended up in tears. Went round to Radcliffes to explain that I'd mislead them, and they were nice to me so I cried some more. Now home, nothing to do... ...apart from the GARDENING. Come on Charles, it's a nice day, let's make a start. (Bet he wishes I had my arm in that sling now!!)