So its been a week. A whole week, since they gave me my new shoulder. To be honest, its a bit disappointing because I still can’t take a serve properly, but I’ll try to be patient. A patient patient. And furthermore, I have no grounds for complaint as it really hasn’t been very painful. Hardly at all. Bit of ache, bit stiff, the bruising has ‘come out’ but in a big way, in a ‘Graham Norton’ kind of way of coming out. My shoulder, arm, chest, all one big bruise. And I get it, because the surgery was brutal. Joint replacement surgery is a bit like Russian ‘peace-keeping’ in that respect; the intention is honourable but the journey fraught. So my arm’s in a sling, I can use my hand normally but the arm must remain pretty immobile. And I’m coping with that. I’m not going to work, not playing a violin, its all good.

Then I got Covid. I mean, WTF??? For the first time since the pandemic started I haven’t been anywhere, done anything or met people. No tube trains, no interactions, nuffink. But then Wednesday Mel felt a bit ‘like she had a cold’, I just felt like someone who’d fairly recently had half an arm wrenched off whilst under the influence of very strong drugs. Friday we both tested positive. Mel coughed a bit, I didn’t. I just couldn’t stay awake. Kept falling into a massive, deep sleep. And when I wasn’t sleeping, I really wanted to be.

But heh, that was yesterday, today I feel fine. Mel’s ok and we’re home together. I’ve been home all week so I’m struggling to get my head round whether that’s because of my arm or the Covid. All I know is I have to avoid upset and disappointment, so they’ve moved Spurs match to Monday for me. To give me an extra couple of days without turmoil or stress.

And life goes on…

Happy Saturday

A xxxx