Hipster

I realised I never actually filled you all in on what happened. Sure, some of you know from snippets of conversations, but here's the full story so far.

Monday week ago - 27th Feb - I went into hip surgery. Had a right hip arthroscopy done, keyhole surgery that cut out the torn cartilage inside the joint. The surgery went fine from what I can gather - I came out at the normal time, and my surgeon didn't pop his face into the recovery room to inform me in that dreaded way, "I'm afraid there were some complications..."

Drove straight up to Mum & Dad's after surgery, and have thus spent the past two weeks up here, recovering. My days consist of getting up, putting clothes on, having breakfast, and then lying on the couch until I go to sleep again that night. And frick, am I dying here.

I need human interaction. I need something to do. I need anything that will change the undying routine of being stuck on my ass in front of the tv, or with my laptop plugged into the network.

Get me out of here.