Seems to me we do awfully silly things to ourselves as people. Fortunately I have never seen the point in burning money as cigarettes, blowing my mind with drugs or making myself sick and sad with alcohol. No, I go parachuting and bang my spine, or slide down mountains or chase big waves! Still I will rank having two rotten hip joints sawn out and replaced with working metal and plastic ones as something not to do unless you cannot walk and the pain of bone grinding on bone and all those upset muscles keeps you up half the night. I hope never again to endure that painful operation.
Was it worth it? Oh yes. I can now stand up straight at five feet eight. I am walking with a walker and I can no longer feel the endless relentless, bone grinding pain. Here I am at my desk, following all the rules about not bending, twisting, picking up, or allowing my new joints to be at an angle of less than 90 degrees. I can write again in comfort and the new novel, 'Bittersweet' is being sorted into print on demand format so I can think about that other character who is nagging at the back of my mind. Should I tell her story? 'Bittersweet' is already up as an ebook and the PR will be slowly gathering strength as I get the print versions out (March 22nd) and prepare for the big party in Oamaru library on April 5th at 6 p.m.
