The very first day of being medically middle aged

Pah! Seriously not amused. Mainly because the consultant I saw today - sorry, the Clinical Director no less - made absolute sense in his insistence that Prostap really was necessary before having a TAH. I was absolutely determined not to have these God-awful injections that I've failed to find anything nice about them that Google has warranted a listing for, but once it's all been explained, it seems to be the grown up sensible approach to life altering major surgery - make sure it's all going to work in a reversible way first before we go for the permanent option that might just end up increasing further my already increased chances of developing heart disease.

So, after my reasons for surgery now were entirely dismissed with nothing more than a casual nod from said CD Bossman, I am now the owner of a rather sore injection site at the top of my right buttock, waiting on a prescription for HRT patches to be changed twice weekly. I return in 4 weeks to add another sore site to the left side, and will continue in this way until I return from holiday mid-June. My plan to spend the rest of the winter recovering on my sofa surrounded by magic healing kittens has been scuppered, but guess that'll be a nicer thing to do over the summer - particularly if we get a repeat of last years summer too. Thought I'd put together a blog of random thoughts as it seems possible my memory may rapidly fade now I'm getting on a bit, at least by having a record I will be able to recall that on day 3 I found the remote in the fast freeze section of the fridge freezer. That might help on day 27 when I've searched everywhere but....