It's happened at last ...

here I am, typing with the fingers on my left hand.

 At long last, Tuesday turned out to be the day I had been waiting for for the best part of two years. I finally received the operation to "repair" my right elbow.

Hopefully no more pain, no  more loss of feeling in my fingers.

I think I surprised my self. After the shock of finding out how high my blood pressure was, and then the description of the procedure its self, I arrived at Scunthorpe General, dropped off the car keys to Cathy on her Ward (she is just a few weeks into a new assignment), and calmly walked a further few hundred yards to the destination for my op.

I booked in, settled down into the chair in the corner of my room, and waited my turn (I was to be 1st call after lunch). They took my blood pressure - several times. There were visits from the Consultant (with several students in tow), the Nurses (of course), the Anesthetist and a man with a broad black marker.

A nice fella by the name of Stuart (part of the operating team) came down to take me up to the Theatre. There was a pleasant few minute conversation as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I was home later that night - right elbow wrapped in a substantial bandage. Although the elbow was (and still is) very sore, things weren't quite as uncomfortable as my mind had expected.

So here I am, typing left handed - with my right arm supported, for the time being, by a pillow - even as I sit here at the computer desk.

I am sore - I'm sure some of the discomfort may well be in the mind, the stitches make themselves known from time to time.

Will update further as best I can.