See?

Its late (11pm) and apart from the drive home and 15 minutes to eat my evening meal, I have been working since 9.30 this morning.

Starting from yesterday morning, excluding breaks, I have done 19 hours work already this week.

If you could see my face, it would tell you that!

On countdown to seeing my consultant on Friday. I am pretty certain that the only way to really find out what is happening will be another investigative surgery. A year ago I was counting down to the major surgery, thinking (somewhat mistakenly) that it would sort everything out and that the real me, Hebs proper, would be able to reassert myself. It seems that is not to be for a while longer. I am trying very hard, I promise. I am not giving in. Despite the circumstances that conspire to bring me down.