The Fifty-Third: Wrong in all the Right Ways

Today was a test of some description. Whom it was set up by and to prove remain a mystery but it certainly was tricky.

I had my last consultation before my second surgery next week. It's a little scary but because it's semi-elective (though largely medical), I feel that I should be braver. As in, I opted to have it, I shouldn't complain about it.

Still, the same lack of control scenario is breathing down my neck and I'm crumbling slightly under it's gaze.

In a week's time, it'll all be over and I'll be starting my recover. The second joyous recovery period of this year. That means no driving might I add. I'll be going stir-crazy for approximately 2 weeks. I'm shuddering at the thought of being bound to my house.

I found solace today in a song. Bizarre song choice, but P!nk always seems to really improve my spirits. So for now, "Raise Your Glass" is my happiness. Why so serious?