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
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.
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Good progress now you can stand, stork like!
I'm hoping you get more than 2 hours warning. Does going to rehab mean they move you to another place? Is that to a rehab facility?
*is ignorant*
"Churching up" made me giggle.
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You win the prize for most appropriate icon.
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That sounds awesome, I'd love to play!