And no, I haven’t made a mistake, I don’t mean ‘My Left Foot’ the award wining film starring Daniel Day Lewis. Although, if I had started my blog 8 weeks ago, it would indeed have had the title ‘My Left Foot’.

Lost? I would be.

I have just got into bed, my main occupation these days, having forgotten to put my bed socks on, bear with me, when my left foot was horribly traumatized due to coming into contact with my right one, prior to surgery, a reasonably non offense part of my anatomy, not any more! My Right foot can now only be described as a size 6 ice cube, the shock I get when it accidentally brushes against any other body part, is quite disturbing. If I wasn’t reasonably sure I was still alive, I would be offering myself to a forensic science lab.

I do regular physio exercises, involving flapping my foot around like a fish out of water but no, it refuses to behave. Instead the freezing temperatures head north, giving a whole new meaning to the word dead leg. Admittedly, it is worse for my husband though, can you imagine sidling up to your loved one, only to find they are ice cold! Although it saves having to think of Andrew Lloyd Webber, seeing as some areas are currently off limits.

Needless to say, it is a bizarre experience and one I wish I wasn’t having. However, it is still not as bizarre as having my second spinal nerve block. So there I am back on the slab, only this time, due to the spinal fusion I have had, the proceedure is not quite as straight forward as the last. The guy in the mask and scrubs (apologies, can’t remember his title) is having major difficulties finding the right nerve to dig his enormous needle into. After 6 attempts and a local anesthetic with each, he succeeds. Yay! All I need to do now is have a cup of tea in the waiting room (how terribly British) to be sure I don’t pass out etc. All good, husband gets up ready to go, I get up ready to go and promptly collapse, it would appear I no longer have feeling in my left leg. He basically drags me out of the hospital with one leg flailing behind and me in the fits of the giggles because to any on lookers I must have looked completely shit faced. 7 hours later, I finally get the feeling back – now that was weird!

At least I can still walk and I will continue to fight all the bullshit that goes on inside my body, so I can walk for as long as possible. At least I have that opportunity, some people don’t!