After long discussions to my new host parents, Dirk and Helga, whom I could not be more grateful to, and discussions to my own parents back home, my Mum jumped on a plane and touched down in Germany on the 7th of May. Tear were present, I mean honestly how could there not be, my mother and I are both massive sooks when it comes to emotions. Lucky for her she had a good rights rest and then at a bright and early 6:30am we were off to hospital the very next day.
The surgery itself I'd say went pretty well. I was pretty groggy after and couldn't stomach much. I was unfortunately cranky and tired and still very stressed. I didn't sleep well 4 out the 5 nights I was there but one good thing I did find at 3am was reruns of McLeod's Daughters in German. It was the funniest thing I'd ever heard. And finally on the Monday I was released and came home.
Yes, I know I'm looking pretty fly.... NOT.
However I do wish to say one HUGH thank you to those who visited me and wished me well.
I did get one peaceful night at home before the physio therapy started up. Currently I'm walking on crutches, what a pain it is. But I'm up and about and that's the main thing. Before the morning sessions of physio Mum and I made a visit to Back Werk, a cafe, to have ourselves a little treat. Well deserved I think.
Hot chocolates and chocolate croissants, what more could you ask for.
This incident is what I have come to think of a the first of many bumps in the road and in all honesty you can't take the bad without the good and 3 months of EPIC certainly has to be balanced out. I'm not saying I wish bad on me, I'm not crazy, but I've simply accepted that not everything is perfect. Also Mum, this is for you. Without your help, support and endless nagging I probably wouldn't have recovered to the point that I am currently at. Your visit was the greatest thing in the world and although it was under these circumstances I know you enjoyed your time here. So Thank you Mum and I love you.
The oh-so-traditional selfie.