But actually I'm fairly certain things will work out OK...I'm still smiling simply because I have an amazing family and my Male who can laugh me out of any blues and our fabulous home and the funniest pug.
So I'm technically classed as disabled - which actually might work in my favour given today's phone call - but I'm still me, just a slightly less loud version and not dashing about quite so much.
My photographers have even been sending me lovely messages which has actually made me quite emotional! Especially since, unless plots to lure them away from Photoshit work, I may not be working with them for a while...who will take such an invested interest in their livelihoods?!
Here's Coco and I on the balcony after that misguided and unprofessional phone call from this morning - let's call it a memento of today's change of direction.
Next up for me? Brain scan tomorrow, hopefully no more lumbar punctures (I feel an echo of the splintering sharp stab in my lower left back just to think about it...), yoga yoga yoga to get some muscle tone back after too much bedrest, a lot of internet research and hopefully the opportunity to exact some well-deserved revenge on Photoshit.
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