I’m in a new room in the hospital. It’s very, very ‘pukka’. En suite shower, view of the Thames, what more could a bloke want?

I had a dream last night that I could suddenly walk again. In it I went from kneeling to standing and was so surprised I did it again to prove that I could. I was in a room full of people but none of then noticed it. I woke and for a second hoped ( and believed ) it was all true. 

I tried not to let it get me down, but do find myself thinking about it. 

I’m sure pre accident I had dreams about unobtainable things too. 

I continue with the physio with the help of the lovely Sarah and Emma, who’ve been so very dedicated to me. I won’t see them after today but loved their gesture; they bought ME a gift to say goodbye! Is it not supposed to be the other way around?

I’ll be sure to get them, and Yannis, the Occupational Therapist ( and part time movie star! )  round for dinner when I’m finally released back into the real world. 

My rib pain has inconveniently returned making my rehab exercises more difficult again. Ribs take a long time to heal and given i broke the whole lot on my right side I suppose a quick recovery is a little unlikely. 

The amazing Pia has volunteered to help me pack ( I say help me, that means she’ll do it all ) for my next move on Sunday. I can’t thank her enough for her dedication to me. We’ve been friends for a long time. 

Someone once wrote ‘ many people walk in and out of your life, but there are some so special they leave footprints on your heart’… Thanks Pia x

Russ