On 29th November 2010, I thought I was going to just be told to come back again in six months and all was fine. However I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When we arrived we were sent straight to X-ray, which we hadn’t done since my first appointment in July 2009. Then we came back to outpatients and were seen for the first time by someone other than the consultant. We went in with a nurse, the registrar examined me and said that the curve had got worse. He had to go and discuss with the consultant and I was very worried that something wasn’t right.
When he came back, he told me I would have to go to London and have to have surgery. I was naturally upset, and once we had given a full medical history we left. I pretty much collapsed into a hug with my mum. After that I cried for about half an hour. In that time we drove to KFC, ate our boneless chicken and then I got ready for my orchestral concert rehearsal that evening. Once I was there I had a bit of a rant to my desk partner about the whole situation.
I managed to get through the whole concert (which wasn’t short by the way) but got home and got to bed where I cried again. This was to become a common occurrence, but luckily I didn’t feel too bad because Christmas was coming.
It has taken a while for me to write this post so I will wait and then talk about going to London next time 🙂
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