2 weeks to go...

So, 2 weeks today they remove my whole fibula (bar 80mm at each end), along with some blood vessels, a square of skin. Then the lovely Mr. Kerawela is going to chop the bone down so it fits snuggly into my mouth, possibly insert some implants into it, fix it in with a couple of titanium plates and give it a blood supply from somewhere in my neck (via a slice from my ear to halfway down my neck). 

All in a days work for some, pretty intense for others (namely me!).

Weird thing is that today, I'm worried about money. I'm less bothered about not waking up than I am leaving my beautiful fiance, Fiona, with a bunch of credit cards to pay off and no obvious way of doing so. I don't really do 'worry' as a rule. I tend to think it's a wasted emotion, so it's odd to be feeling this way today. 

Played football last night for possibly the last time ever. We won the game, no thanks to my nervy left foot that I was pulling out of every challenge with, fearing I'd end up injuring it more than i already have and jeopardising the operation. I feel compelled to go next week, even to just play for 5 mins as we could win the league that night and I'd love to finish on a high. I wonder if my heart will rule my head and force my ego out onto the pitch?

Off to London tomorrow for some meetings/tests/frightening stuff at Royal Marsen, so it'll be interesting to see how i feel after that. Hopefully reassured that this is a good idea, rather than complete madness!!

Over and out...x