… of my rehabilitation starts today. And I celebrated by staying in bed until 08:30. Liz was up early and gone by the time that I surfaced, and so Terry was babysitting me because he has no work on the go at the moment.
My night hadn’t been quite so good though. I’d been asleep for a while but then I woke up at about 04:00 with the pain in my right arm. I had a quick ride of the porcelain horse and then couldn’t go back to sleep for ages, and so I wasn’t really with it for most of the morning.
I had two phone calls – the first one to say that I have to go back to the hospital next Thursday morning at 08:15 (yawnnnnnnnn) for a scan, and the second one to say that I have to go back yet again the following day where I shall be told the results of all of these examinations and some kind of treatment schedule to be discussed.
But one thing good seems to be that as they aren’t in such of a rush to start any treatment, it can’t be anything really serious. I would have imagined that if lights had been flashing all over the place something would have been done immediately – I mean, look how quickly they had me in when the results of my first blood test were announced. I was summoned within minutes.
So apart from that, I’ve not done very much at all. But then, that’s what rehabilitation is all about. I’ve done some of my course work again and watched some sport on the TV, and then I went off to bed.
It’s warm here, the food is excellent, the bed is comfortable and the company is so convivial. I can’t think of anywhere better to be while all of this is going on.
