Jaki, Dorothy, Sue and all, I have the funniest relationship with BS. I liken it to a teenage girl with boyfriends. Its on, its off, I love it, I hate it. I never want to message or read a message ever again. I can't stop messaging or reading messages. I treat it well, then I treat it badly. It doesn't take a phyciatrist to work out what's going on. I am using BS to express and deal with my feelings - good, bad and downright ugly. The longer my recovery takes the less support there is from family and friends - they are tired of it. But BS takes it all. You people never tire of me. Month after bleeding month. What can I say THANK YOU.
I hear what you say about getting a second opinion. I am reluctant. It would then be admitting something was wrong - head in the sand syndrome? Probably. I just keep telling myself getting to the finish line was never a race. I've spoken to my GP. She may have said what I wanted to hear, but she thinks there is no cause for concern until 12 months. She says she has seen loads of people who have taken that long. She says too many people have false expectations. That if we thought in terms of 12 even 18 months from the outset we wouldn't be so worried, stressed and in despair. Of course, I started playing the YES BUT, GAME telling her of all the others I knew who had had the op on Friday and were back to work Monday. You know how the rest of the conversation went - in short you're not one of them, accept it and deal with what you have. Come back and see me if you think things are getting worse, but so long as you are getting small improvements, stick with it. I am going to do this. I have a whole 5 months left.
Jaki, hearing your latest report on your knee cheered me up so much. I know you're saying its far from perfect, but some improvement - hurrah. Dorothy, your turn next. And Dabs. you seem as if you are making good progress. xx Carol