The tissue is closing my gape....x

Strange happening in the hospital today….

So, hopefully you’ve all kinda grasped what the issue is with my ‘Holy Flap’. In essence, I’ve got a hole in my new palette and it’s leaving me compromised with my talking, swallowing and whatever else I can use it for to hide behind.

This hole was created as a breakdown in the stitching from my operation back in October (and the 2^nd one in November). The hole was something like an inch long (25mm to you metric heads reading from the Eurozone). Today, Mr. K estimated it was now only about half and inch long (10-15mm). Rather bizarrely, my human biology is creating it’s own solution to the problem. The tissue is starting to knit together and seal the hole. I find this pretty incredible considering I’ve the 2 parts of tissue are from completely different parts of my body. If I’d poked a big hole in my palette and it’d started to seal itself it’d be understandable, but 2 completely separate pieces of tissue? It’s basically the same as you get in Boston, or Swindon when people grow webbed feet. The tissue is closing my gape, but fortunately, unlike Boston and Swindon, I’ve not sprouted a 6^th finger….

So, with then rather exiting news, the counter punch is that I’ve been referred to a Foot & Ankle surgeon about my clubbed trotter. One look at the rogue big little toe was enough to condemn me to the potential of further surgery. Tell you what though, minor foot surgery beats major head surgery every day of every week. Of course, Mr. K hasn’t seen this happen in something like 200 of these fibula donor operations, but he hadn’t met me before had he? Standard Jezza

I have been told not to attempt the 13 miles on Sunday though. They said 5 miles is more than I should be doing right now and that I should see if I can get on the shorter route (5 miles) because the full circuit will leave me broken. They also laughed at the thought of me walking in the snow in espadrilles.

I’m pretty chilled about it all. Inner peace has that effect I guess. I’m on the train now and it’s actually running on time too, so I should make my evening meeting when I get back to the big bad city before dusting off the old Whistle & Flute for a meeting in Falkirk tomorrow. Yep, Taxi, Aeroplane, Hire Car, Meeting, Hire Car, Aeroplane, Taxi and home in time for tea. Not a bad 12 hours at the grindstone methinks. See you Jimmy…

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Jez

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