No March this March....

Hey

I've finally given up hope of participating in the Marsden March this year. I've been holding off applying because of my healing not yet being complete enough and have decided today that 13 miles is going to be way too far for me to attempt this March. The fact a 400 yard walk to the garage this morning in my brand spanking new Air Max 1's was agony is enough to tell me that I'm nowhere near where I need be physically to pull off this event. Shame, but there's no point setting myself back in my recovery. I want to be as fit and healthy as possible by the time the babies come, which brings forth another quandary;

If I go by the book chronologically, my operation will be on 30th April and the babies will arrive 2 weeks later. I think 2 weeks will be enough time to be well enough to handle things, but should they arrive 2 weeks earlier than we're expecting, I might be on the operating table when Fi goes into labour, so it's not really feasible. 

I have 2 options; have the operation earlier. This is only an option if the team at Royal Marsden decide I'm ready though as this next shot at fixing me up clearly needs to work or there will be an altogether bigger problem to overcome. Or, hold it off until after the youths arrive. But, how long? It could be a while before Fi's strong enough to handle 2 screamers on her own. A dilemma indeed and I'm not sure what the best option is. Sure, I need to get my voice back from Punch, but not at the expense of risking long term damage for the sake of a couple of months. The thought of having to deal with this hole for another 6 months is pretty heavy to handle though. So, maybe I go for it for 30th April as suggested by RM and tell Fi to cross her legs for a couple of weeks! 

One thing's for sure, these things always have a tendency to work themselves out in the end. The most critical thing (after anything baby related, of course), is that this operation is '3rd time lucky' because I'm not sure there's a plan B in place should it fail this time. I do, of course, have another leg that has a fibula still, so I suppose we could just rip it all out and start again. Or, just rip it out and put my old obturator back in until something even more revolutionary comes along and they can fuse bone from my ribs and skin from my perineum or something! No point worrying about it though, it's too far ahead for any sort of cohesive plan to stick, so I'll keep it at arms length a little while longer and see how things pan out I think. Today is all about today, tomorrow never comes and yesterday is already forgotten (except the pork and crackling!). 

Since starting writing this this morning, the garage has called to let me know how Marge got on. She failed the MOT, but only on the bald tyres I was already aware of, so that's a piece of good news for sure. She did need new ignition coils and plugs though, which is pretty much as expected. Overall she would appear to represent a bargain purchase from the moody old Auction! Large Marge the Wonder Bus is certified road legal for another year... 

On that note, I'm taking her for a ride to the airport to collect a Poker star and his entourage. What a rock 'n' roll lifestyle I'm leading right now. Bus driver....

One Love

Jez

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