As the light on my mobile lights up the hospital room I contemplate what a new nurse just complimented me on. I am used to the nice skin comment, the you're brave comment and even the gosh what haven't you broken comment. I guess the stuff you don't gear up for is the oh there's not many people with broken ribs who haven't had respiratory problems like pneumonia! Now I do actually believe you can only take in the information you're ready for at the time but jeez louise! I mean I've had health complications but they have been directly related to lying down for 2 weeks, not complications of previous injury. I think the natural reaction to being here is to get progressively better. Often that's not the case as some days your body doesn't wanna play the game you do. That's where I'm thoroughly interested in the link between the physical and mental / emotional.
Yesterday sitting having wandered the furthest I have since arrival I sat to have breakfast, something impossible to do without Maddie (the brace). To take my mind off things I text and reply to messages (something stupidly addictive but then it's hardly dangerous!) and one came through saying are the girls riding this morning? How the f*ck should I know I thought and candidly replied why are you asking me? Coz you said have a good ride and be safe! Oh yeh my bad as in my haste and laziness to make a generic message I told my PA (more of that later) to be safe on her bike. One thing that's totally understandable about being in a brace is the touchy nature and snapping honesty. Not only does it humble you to the things we all take for granted but makes you irritated by stupid things people say. I'm highly impatient with my mother and soon 10 days of her care descends but I must tell myself at this point to be patient and a good one at that. Thankfully even with clocks going back I get my meds at what would have been 6am. Bring on the new day and I can go from here!
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