Yesterday, after a very bumpy bus ride, I walked through our local town. I saw any number of takeaways, a couple of Polish shops, a Polish butcher, a Thai restaurant, a Turkish restaurant, (I know of a Russian restaurant nearby) a Sari shop, an Immigration Information office, and so on. There were people hanging about speaking Farsi, Polish, Italian, and goodness only knows what else. Nowhere did I hear Welsh being spoken, and very little English either! I know we're expected to integrate and to openly embrace the diversification of cultures, but honestly it was a culture shock and I didn't really feel that 'safe' in my own town, especially as a woman walking alone. I don't care who it offends; I just don't like it.
I typed the above directly into ipernity and couldn’t even start a new line, so back to Word and copy and paste. What a pain!
My hospital appointment went well; I was seen on time and by the surgeon who performed the operation. He confirmed that the skin around the carcinoma was all good, and that there’s only a 5% chance that it will come back. So that’s good news! It’s not healing as well as he’d like but it’s only been 10 days so far. I still have to have a dressing on the wound which is a drag and still have to have it changed every other day but it looks clean and healthy. I was really hoping I could leave it open to the air but he says no, besides, the plaster itches! Oh well, he knows best. Last night I had the best sleep that I’ve had in over 2 weeks. I’m starting to feel slightly stir crazy and in some ways I’m looking forward to going back to work next Monday, just wish I could be rid of the dressing by then. I have another hospital check-up next Monday afternoon and I keep hoping it’ll be my last one. Fingers crossed...