Because I posted a line or two about me feeling very down, half a dozen of the hospital BigWigs arrived at the same time to tell me that I had to ‘ assessed ‘ and to advise me not to leave the building.
Ironic given that they couldn’t wait to get rid of me as recently as last night….
So after my buddy, Mike Smith, left I’ve turned on the telly and put on a film. As usual, after 5 minutes I’ve become distracted.
This morning I’ve talked to the Spinal Injuries Association and to a lawyer, as well as to my GP, who has at long last recognised an obligation to look after me.
It now seems that I’ll be returning to Chiswick on Thursday instead, assuming they’ve not put me into a straight jacket, that is.