Getting there.

Well it's been over a week now since my operation and, touch wood, each day is a little better than the one day before. I'm not strong enough to get out in the garden yet but after 160 mls of rain (another 40 this) morning I'm chomping at the bit.
After living with and trying to understand my disease for the last 6 years I feel like a blank canvas that needs some masterful artistry performed on it. I have two or three paths I can go down from here but might just sit back and see which one pulls on me the most.