Six weeks since the operation to rid me of Writer’s Bottom (and no it wasn’t liposuction). See several posts below for details. I cannot believe that something as simple as an abscess could cause six weeks of discomfort. I am typing this sitting lop-sided and wondering if I will ever be able to sit on a hard wooden chair again. So many restaurants have them these days that I may be forced to carry around my own cushion.
I have a blue mark on my arm which I told my grandson, when he was little, was a sign of my Royal blue blood showing through. He believed that I was a direct descendant of the Princess who could feel the pea underneath a mountain of mattresses. Now I’m beginning to believe the story myself. I am made of delicate stuff.
Another reason for the blue spot is that it may be a transmitter fitted when I was abducted by aliens.
Beam me up but mind my bottom!