Team effort

Through this whole process I have been fully aware and appreciative of the support around me. At first D was with me the whole time, joined by Mum the next day and that then just felt added to as the next fifty or so visitors descended. I have always loved people and had an eclectic mix of friends of all ages, personalities & interests. Just as an example I was cycling with a 64 year old guy during the accident and one of my closest friends is (she won't mind me saying) a partially sighted lesbian who has been in attendance with her guide dog every other day. I love being surrounded by these people and usually not at the same time. In everyday life I stagger who I see together for the sake of group dynamics. So I was obviously delighted when they were round my bedside exchanging numbers, arranging lifts and meeting up before visiting to help the blind lesbian up with the dog. My life revolves a bit like a soap opera and you just have to see that when a friend came for dinner the other night and D & Mum sat open mouthed as we gossiped about the folk in our lives!
What I underestimated I guess is others appreciation of not these people but the mania of what a group creates. Both D and Mum are relatively peaceful and keep a small close handful of friends. They like to get on with things quietly so to have my lot descend has obviously been enough to make them run for the hills! Don't get me wrong they've suffered the madness, the loudness and all the colourful characters but they'll remove themselves when needed or they can't be doing with it. What I have to remember is there are more people in this recovery process than just me. In order to get me up out of bed I have to rely on them, not something I am used to doing or give in to easily, but it's a fact. They have given their all to my care through love and Team Thompson works like a well oiled machine when it works. When it's bumbling along it's full of swearing at industrial Velcro and buying items to make my life easier in this contraption.
The humility of some people is endless and I will never forget the people who have shown me it, in whatever guise it had appeared.
Hbombot
Ps Happy Birthday to my dog Arthur who is 2 today. Apparently a dog wakes on its 2nd birthday and shows his true colours! Here we go then...