What better way to recall my journey so far than to start at the end of my time in hospital. Yes in three days time I am due to walk out the way I was stretchered in! For those of you reading my posts and now blog Hbombot (my Auntie Ros's name for me after seeing a pic of me in the brace I need to hold my back together and walk).
This morning after nearly 2 weeks the catheter has come out. A mixture of nerves and relief at not having to have soneone carry a piss bag round behind you or mind when being washed or wiped etc.
A goal that was talked about 6 days ago was to get to the loo unaided. It's not a long way but when you can't walk seems a million miles. This morning I got there and went unaided. For 3 minutes I was on my own for the first time since setting off on my bike. A strange mixture of independence and panic came over me that no-one was there to monitor me!
But walking back to the bed past the corridor I haven't seen down, just heard voices from I suddenly realised how far I'd come. It's all well and good hearing it from others but when you feel it and fall over it you did it.
What a bizarre contraption I'm in! But it's making me walk so who cares! Something we take so for granted is the human body - walking, moving, being...but never again, not after this!
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