Today, I’m doing what I’m told, and loving it.
I had toenail surgery this morning, after months of trouble. After chemotherapy 3 years ago, my nailbeds were damaged and the nail didn’t grow straight, causing endless trouble. It wasn’t a fun experience, but after the initial shots of local anaesthetic, it was painless. And that should be that, hurrah!
It gives me the perfect excuse to stitch and not rabbit around doing other stuff. A nice cup of coffee, a slice of date loaf, and no standing or dashing around.
I’m under orders to sit down with my feet up. Oh dear…. it’s a hard life, isn’t it?