Well, there's good news... I'm walking a lot better now. As ma sister constantly reminds o' this fact. So, it looks like that surgery's paid off. Almost flat footed on ma right side. Ma heel off the grun by about a millimetre, from what ma physiotherapists tell me.
I'm a wee bit daunted by the fact I'm going to start goin' to the gym more often. Ah mean that in the sense, that ah don't want to over do it, and risk everythin' becoming overly tense like they were.
At least I'm not in as much pain, and those feckin' calluses on the balls of ma feet are no worse than somebuddy who walks properly.
And the bad news. Well, eh... Ah don't exactly know how ma end o' year review is gonnae go with ma consultant surgeon. So her expectations have been playin' on ma mind since the end o' May.
And I'm stressed out... Everybuddy askin' me tae do stuff for them. Fix their laptop, make backups o' software and install this n' that. It's time like these ah wish ah wus'nae as brainy.
Also, ah got yin more month to get masel' find enough to wander aroon Edinburgh for a whole month. Don't know if I'm up fur it, like.
Sorry I'm bletherin' on... Ah'll stop now.
