Well, the sickness and all that has gone and I’m feeling on top of the world - I’m eating well, drinking loads (non-alcoholic, of course) and my foot’s doing really well. A damn good thing is the pain: it is virtually nil - I’ve gone from the maximum dose of tramadol allowed (eight capsules per day) down to a measly three per day, and that’s only because I’ve got to phase them out slowly to reduce the withdrawal symptoms (shallow breathing, chest pains and heart palpitations). Hopefully I’ll be off them completely soon.
If you’re interested in how the foot looks, here’s a photo N took today - it may still look a bit nasty, but it feels great and that’s new skin growing over it!
Rocco still seems pleased that I’m home - the day I got back from hospital he licked me to death, jumped on my lap and didn’t move for hours. He rested his head on my chest and just kept gazing at me: