I’d been wanting to read Adam Kay’s book, This is Going to Hurt: Secret Diaries of a Junior Doctor, for a while and finally remembered to grab it from the airport on the way to the surprise I’d booked for the husband as an anniversary, birthday and fuck-it-you-only-live-once holiday. I devoured it over two days. Reading endless paragraphs out loud to my husband, either in horror or hilarity, at Adam’s diary entries as a junior doctor.
I wrote a post over a year ago now about learning to wear my scar across my throat with pride. That my scar is a positive reminder that I’m a survivor of all the health issues. That I’m 100% healthy. That in the grand scheme of things it could have been a lot worse and the fact that I have a scar that’s a couple of inches long to show for it, is actually a blessing in itself. Especially as it was operated on twice to get it to look as it does now.