Well, that was a fun couple of weeks. Back from hospital and into a daily routine that reflected an existence rather than a life.
A morning shower with she who must be obeyed, with me in charge of the top half, and her covering the lower regions. Not as much fun as it sounds because the restraining frame I have to wear is obviously removed for showering purposes, and we both spend the time in the shower booth fretting as to whether I will slip and permanently screw my back.
Breakfast and then a morning spent reclined in a chair or lying on the bed, watching crap cable TV or hopefully something I have downloaded. As a special treat, Antony has lent me the complete seven series of The West Wing. Sharp, intelligent writing and fine acting; who would have thought that the workings of a government office could be so entertaining?
Lunch is delivered by a local restaurant and then it is more lazing and snoozing until she who must be obeyed returns home and organises dinner. Then back to the comfy chair to pass the evening before another shower and into bed with my bloody back strap working overtime to ensure there is no comfortable sleeping position available. A disturbed night before waking to the scary shower session. What an existence.
As you may gather, I am not a good patient. While grateful to be alive and to still have all my faculties (apart from patience), the prospect of 2-3 restrained months does not appeal, and the days pass exceedingly slowly. I want to go out, I want to drive (even though I no longer have a car), I want to windsurf. Most of all I want to feel that I have enough energy to do all these things. But I don’t, I feel like crap and all I really want to do is sleep. So I do.
But today my dear wife dragged my sorry ass down to the windsurfing club. It was great to see the gang again, and there was some expectation in the air because the winds that accompany the north east monsoon seem to be on their way (along with cooler days and no rain for a few months, lovely). Just being back on the beach seemed to wake me up a bit and I now feel that maybe I can start to live again.
And resume writing. Sorry for the interruption.
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