Wow, this all started a fortnight ago.

Anyhoo... my days are quite different from what I'm used to. I'm awake in the mornings now. Tend to conk out a bit later for a while. Sleeping earlier. I have a window, and I'm leaving the curtains open at night and only using my eye-mask when I'm really conked (and that's usually more to do with the lights and movement in the ward than the outside world.)

I can stand on one leg. Not the one I broke, the good one that they made *even better* (read: not shit) a week later. It's already the good one again.

Yesterday I saw my x-rays, and I have copies of the ones that show the metalwork. I'll confess I'm a bit squeamish about it all, but felt it was time I knew, at the very least, what the damn things look like. I now fully intend not to think about them anymore.

I <3 the woman next door, the feisty one with the feisty family, but they're still seriously loud sometimes. Today they had the Anglican minister in for communion, so I asked if I could join in and of course, that was fine. It was lovely actually, I need a bit of churching up. (for want of a better term.). A bit of communioning, anyway. I meditated yesterday and am trying to find space for it again. I'm amazed how long it's been since it fell away again - but then I'm amazed it's a fortnight. The days just blurred up and got away from me.

The woman who was in the opposite bed for a few days until this morning sounded so much like rickybuchanan it was uncanny. It was also lovely, because I like RB very much. She has now been replaced by an older woman who speaks with a seriously upper class British accent. She has two of her family with her now, talking the same way. I don't think I've ever heard one in real life before. It's like when one of those peers who's somethingth in line to the throne gets interviewed on telly. Even Stephen Fry would sound like a peasant compared to these folk.

I have started "The Secret Garden" and can see why it's so popular. Nice counterpoint to Breaking Bad.

I *might* be going to rehab tomorrow, but it seems getting more than two hours warning of the transfer is next to impossible.

And bummer about the cliche, but the food here is *really* appalling. I mean really. I mean really, really.

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I am trying to pull myself together and get back to doing the things I think matter in a day. Well. Getting back to trying to work out what those things might be. More communioning I think. When I get to rehab I'll tick the box for pastoral care and see what happens. With a bit of luck I might score a western buddhist...failing that there's always the Uniting Church.