The mind wanders . . .

Being in a hospital really screws with your sleep. When you can sleep you get woken up by a nurse to check up on you. Then they usually ask if you have trouble sleeping. 

You get so bored you find yourself watching anything on your tablet to induce sleep from documentaries on McDonald’s fast food packaging to looking up English footballer Chopper Harris. All of this is in a bid to scrape together some sleep and kick today over to tomorrow, marking another day of healing.

For some reason one night my mind wandered over to the subject of tongue twisters. I remember one my Grade Four teacher introduced in class. It was: Mrs Smith’s Fish Sauce Shop said the shiny sign. I have never seen that particular one since.

The things one remembers . . .

I must be getting better

Instead of feeling anxiety about the future now I am starting to feel irritated and mad. Probably a better motivating emotion. 

Some notes. Doing some physio. Talking to a nutritionist. Doctors have dropped in on me and are pleased with the healing. Cannot really move my legs much. Doctor showed me X-rays today. My legs were not so much broken as they were shattered. I could not bear to look any further, no need to torture myself further. 

One month in the hospital so far

New wrist cast today.

Typing is arduous.

Had an infection that was dealt with. Temperature spiked four degrees a few days ago.

I have had diet restrictions removed.

Physio has been working on me. I can barely move my legs. I may be here for two more months. There is a tunnel with light at the end. 

Another update

Still not dead although some days I want to be. I am more positive than negative. 

I will be out of action in the hospital for months. 

Currently I am on IV fluids only as the medical establishment here thinks I have a gastrointestinal issue now as well. I am undergoing tests for that so they can track that down. Trying to remain upbeat. 

NOT DEAD!