It’s 2023 and I’m in hospital again, this time however, unlike the last times, it was planned.

That’s not me in the picture by the way, she looks kinda wistful, and model like, I’m more dishevelled and unkempt.

So my lady bits are gone, sorry guys, you might not want to hear this. They removed the large fibroid that was the cause of my problems, taking my fallopian tubes and ovaries too for good measure.

I can never have kids, not that I was ever going to, but now it’s final. I didn’t think I’d feel anything on that side of things, but weirdly I do, just a little, not like a loss as such, more like a missed opportunity.

I’m sore but I’m good, moving about is a chore, but that’s to be expected two days after major surgery I suppose. Things will hopefully get easier and I will start to feel the benefits of no longer carrying something I don’t need inside me.

There are two ways to look at this start to 2023, it might not be the best one, but at the same time it could be the best one, if it’s an improvement to my health and life in general.

So Happy New Year to you all! I hope for all of you it has been a good one so far :)