Many of you have commented on my positive attitude to my situationn, but I'm not sure I'm giving you a very balanced picture of my rehab. There are in fact all kinds of challenges and frustrations too.
At the heart of it, I'm not in control. I can't get up when I want or go to bed when I want. I can't easily move around or reposition myself. It's all the hospital schedule. I've had so many different nurses I've lost track, and they all have different ways of doing things. I don't always remember what I'm supposed to remind them of. Then they leave and I'm stuck.
As we get nearer the 'going home' date, they are focussing on a few skills I need, and making me do as much as I can myself. To be honest, it's hard and tiring when you're sitting in a wheelchair. Some of the things they're pushing me to do in physio seem impossible, and it's physically exhausting. I can't do it and then I feel like a failure.
These stubby fingers don't help either. I'm typing this blog entirely with the baby finger on one hand.
We now have to follow-up on all the equipment at home as I mentioned yesterday, and that's all going to fall on my wife's shoulderss. It's a lot to arrange. I'm getting tired just thinking about it. So things are often very difficult, but we're making the best of it and trying to focus on the possitives - I am still alive after all!