So my struggle isn't easing off at all. Having had to chase up the hospital in order to get a follow up appointment for my knee surgery and have my stitches taken out, I was greeted yesterday with nothing but complete disinterest. My surgeon didn't even ask me how my knee has been he couldn't get me out of the chair quick enough. He spent all of 60 seconds talking at me and said that it was unfortunate that at 28 I had the knees of a 60 year old but that there was nothing he could do and that I would need a knee replacement at some point and thrust my discharge papers at me. The nurse then had to dig into my skin to remove the stitches that had been left in too long and had sunk into my flesh.
At any other time I might have been able to brush this off but I just want to give up now. I broke down on the train to work this morning. I just want to sleep and for it all to be over.