In 41 days I'm going to have a hip replacement.
It's my second one so I know what I'm in for,
but even so I can't wait.
Currently I'm trying to finish the semester at uni,
writing essay after essay
on propaganda, media audiences and death and dying,
while trying to forget how much my body hurts.
I can't sleep at night,
so I lie awake waiting until it's a decent hour
and I can do some sewing before breakfast
so that I can forget how much my leg hurts.
The days that I'm not at Uni,
I spend here in my bed, writing, reading
and cheering the family on as they learn to cook,
to be nice to each other and to manage Annie's hair.
It turns out that it's amazing how much you can do in a day,
even if you think you can't.
I just can't wait till trying to forget the pain isn't one of them!