No, I am going to just get on with it. Try and be natural.
I'm going to start by telling you why I decided to create a blog. It was my Mum's idea to be completely honest, so if this does becomes successful, I won't be able to take the blame. So, in about a months time I will be having the first of two operations to fix a set of dodgy knees that I was given at birth. Not to blame my parents or anything.
I have bilateral dislocation of both patella. Which to you and me means that both of my knees dislocate outwards, whenever they feel like. Walking. Running. Turning. Sleeping. Going to sit down. ANYTHING I do can result in my knee going POP. It sucks. Not trying to gain sympathy votes or whatever but I cannot actually explain the pain to somebody who has not experienced it. Not that I want anyone to.
I first found out that my knees were dislocating at the age of 12 I believe. After years of believing that my knee was just "twisting", or according to my GP it was down to "growing pains" I never really knew why or what was happening. I remember that day that I found out so clearly. All of my family had gathered at my Uncles house where the kids were playing a simple game of cricket in the garden. I turned to pick up the ball and OUCH. I collapse. My dad rushed me to the hospital where after a 4 hour wait I was sent home in a cast that kept my leg straight. The only good thing about it was that I was able to take it off to shower but my knee was so stiff that sometimes it was just easier keeping the cast on.
Anyway, lets cut the long story short. I never really got any help until about a year ago. (I've just turned 19) I was referred to a specialist Orthopedic hospital where I was told that hypermobility, and the physical structure of my hips, and knees were causing my dislocations. That day came with such relief. Especially after I was told that they could actually do something to help me. Even if they can't cure it, help is better than nothing.
So with the thought of 2 operations coming up and up to 6 months recovery time being suggested. I wanted to find something that I could do, whilst sitting down, to not get bored. My boyfriend, Jake said that a brand new colouring book and pencils would keep me happy. Which is probably true but Mum suggested that a blog could help pass the time. And here it goes. Post 1 of who knows how many.
Wish me luck.