When things start happening in the wold of ‘rehab’ , they really kick off.
After a very slow start to the day, I’ve (literally) been hoisted into a kind of wheelchair, and left in it for 35 mins to see how if cope (very well in fact, tho with limited neck strength leading to a Bombay head wobble), I’ve had a new tracheotomy fitted (under general anaesth) with a valve that means I can speak, and I’ve had leg physio where I’ve had to visualise doing stuff – like trying to kick the lady physio in the boobies.
I’ve had Toby Strauss and Dickon Stainer, Lisa Collins and Chris Benforrs ( who optimistically brought wine, Dani and my girls have been and I’m expecting Billy and Olivia later.
I now sound like an extra from the new Dr Who, and who knows, maybe look like one.
I’ve had a lovely message from my canoe pal, Roxanne (with whom I won the DW mixed division a few yrs ago, and defied my nil by mouth status by eating a mini bar of white White and Black chocolate. Ooh there’s rebellious I am…. I just couldn’t take it any more!
All this on 3 hours sleep, so abs shattered now.
Wanna thank you all for your ongoing support through this, it makes it much easier.
I know it’s hard to leave a comment on the site, but if you like email it to me on email@example.com and I’ll post it for you from this end. After all I’ve got F all to do other than visualise kicking my physio in the tits