Well, not so wobbly once the deed was done. Six days in hospital (was told ten/fourteen) I don't think so. Not with what they were feeding me & with the physios' tortorous smile to put up with each day...... Oh no. Was told I'd be on crutches for two weeks or so but was off those after a week. How are you supposed to get coffee when you're on crutches? It just wasn't working, better to run the gauntlet & go crutch free than make said coffee & think "Fuck. Now what do I do?!" ;o).
I am still staring longingly at my heels & even more longingly at my riding boots but was told totally, categorically & absolutely by the surgeon not to set foot in a stirrup until his or the physios' say so. It's turning into a long wait.
Thursday night was a celebratory night of all the good things over the past few weeks & after a bottle & half of Rose the world did indeed look rosier, as did our cheeks....
Topics of conversation included her new man, plans to hit the town once I can safely walk in high heels, our worrying taste in men...... Justin Lee Collins being one.... It's the humour, ok. It's the humour!
Whether or not my new neighbour is fit or not (fit was the opinion)
and a trip down memory lane of the past 6ish years & the various scrapes, embarrassments, tears, achievements & episodes punctuated by stomach aching giggles that you can only have with someone who has seen you at your best & worst & is still there to celebrate/pick up the pieces as required.
She truly is a mate in a million.
It isn't a gushing friendship & we can be in contact via the odd text only for a few weeks at a time but I know if I need her, she'll be there & likewise.
We constantly take the mickey out of each other & take great delight in it but I can honestly say she is the best friend I'll ever have.
Just don't tell her I said so! ;o)
Oh yes, we also decided that Rose wasn't officially wine & therefore one & a half bottles was acceptable. ;o)