Snow, snow, quick quick, snow... Yesterday's blanket was added to overnight and the wind had picked up too.
I had my hair appointment to go to, so both of us headed for the bus stop. It was starting to turn to slush underfoot and it was wet and slippy. Scary to walk through the jetty, we took our time going out early for the bus to give me that extra time to walk there without rushing. I got to Blu, and Amanda started the bleaching process. Kev did the shopping and then came back and sat in the waiting room for me. It was a long wait. She's put red and copper in this time. And it looks great, even if I say soy self, no false modesty here, I'm too old for that shit, spent most of my adult life being self deprecating, time to blow my own trumpet. The more modest you are the more people think it doesn't hurt to be undervalued.
It's a year today since I fell at Durham, a year tomorrow by the date. I have never felt so alone, scared and sad as I did that day. I only slept because they pumped me full of morphine, the consultant I saw first didn't help because he just said, that it might need amputation. When that's the only leg you can rely on, it was torture waiting to see what they did.
Luckily the consultant the next day, had read my notes, realised it was the only "good" leg I had, and pulled out all the stops to save it. Which he did, and a damn good job he made of it too.
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