In my last blog I told of the surgery I had two weeks ago. Well, it hasn’t worked and in two days I am back into the operating theatre to have it done again.

Eight days after the last operation I learnt towards my good side to pick up a piece of paper from a chair. I felt a pain in the vicinity of my scar that didn’t feel right. After some procrastination I rang nurse Wendy at Dr Wheel’s surgery who suggested I come in if I was concerned. I thought better to be safe than sorry, so in I went.

Dr Wheel gave me the once over and was concerned enough to send my for an ultrasound. This turned into three ultrasounds and a CAT scan. They kept doing ultrasounds as the doctors there all wanted to see the ingenious and creative work of Dr Wheel.

When we took the scans back to the surgery dr Wheel was concerned enough to decide that he needed to operate to see what was going on. To him the muscle that had had the tendon transfer was slack and it should have been taut. So the operation is on and hopefully we find that there is only a minor repair job needed. It would be disheartening if the whole thing had to be done again. The irony is I have been as careful as possible. I am not sure how much less movement I could do short of wrapping myself in cotton wool. The worst of it is that I spend another two weeks in this bloody sling!!