I’ve almost finished my rehabilitation stint at St. John of God in Ballarat: I am scheduled for discharge tomorrow. Homeward bound! I’m very glad I opted to do the rehab: it’s helped me very much in terms of
relearning basic movements, ensuring I can undertake simple everyday activities such as showering, moving about the house, getting dressed and undressed, picking up items from the floor, and so on, whilst protecting my spine and keeping safe and healthy.
I guess the hardest aspect of the extra week in hospital has been, of course, the isolation from my partner Danielle, my two children and my cat. The kids have not exactly behaved themselves either, so having the Family Primary Disciplinary Officer absent has been tough on Danielle. It hasn’t all been negative though: I have had visits from my mother and my good mate Flick, and the nurses and staff here at St. John’s are really lovely people. Additionally, the café downstairs makes a very good espresso.
I met a nice gentle elderly lady (a fellow patient named Helen) who has a little toy dog she carries around with her as a substitute for the real thing, being too old now to take on the responsibility of a live pet. It was very cute (and a little sad) and I had breakfast with Helen on Friday morning and really enjoyed her company. I’m the youngest patient on the ward by a country mile, and there are some pretty sick people. One poor fellow has spent the majority of the week coughing with such raw force that I imagine lumps of lung popping out of his mouth with every retch. Poor bugger, hope he improves soon…