It's now Friday... in some ways I can't believe that it's already here and in other ways it feels like it's been a long time coming this week.
To say I am apprehensive about flying home today would be a massive understatement. I'm still in a lot of discomfort and, with not being able to eat much at all yet, feeling very weak. I have been relying on cold compressions to ease the discomfort and reduce the swelling but due to the whole no-gels-liquids-or-pastes airport rule, I'm going to have to fly back without anything. My surgeon paid me a visit this morning and said that from a medical perspective, I am perfectly well enough to fly home and also that I am recovering well. It was reassuring to hear, but nonetheless, will be a challenge and a half.

I cannot wait to be home. Mum's mash potato and gravy even tastes a hundred times better than the hospitals. The comfort of my own bed and knowing I won't have to move if I don't want to will be welcomed with open arms. It's just getting there that'll be a huge struggle, and I want to cry thinking about it, but I just need to do it. Just got to be brave, ignore the pain, and focus on the fact that I will be home. Home home home!

Namaste x