Hospital Drop-in

Another visit complete, that must be five or six now.

The highlights of the visit were seeing one of the nurses who looked after me again, and seeing my favourite Occupational Therapist. The visit was also quite difficult at times, because I spoke to a couple of people with aphasia (difficulty communicating) and tinged with a little sadness because one of the patients I’ve seen several times – he’s been in hospital for three months – has been told that he is to go home in a few days. Good news for him and his wife, of course!

I’m sure that one day these visits will become a chore – especially as I know that there is politics going on behind the scenes – but for now I’m just happy to be able to give something back. To me, it is just nattering to people, but to many of them, it is more.

I got the bus there and back – because my arm is knackered I need to get myself a new car, an automatic at least, and I haven’t found one yet. The walk to and from the bus stop is a good 500m each way, that takes its toll. Fortunately, because of my disability, I now have a bus pass which means that the trips are free, so I was able to treat myself to a coffee at the end of the visit.

I should also say that because of my arm, I now type effectively with one finger. Combined with my less-than-perfect eyesight, this can lead to typos. I do find this frustrating, because when I was healthy I was particularly good at grammar. You have been warned!

Just Visiting

It is a Wednesday, which means that I will be doing my once-fortnightly hospital visit this afternoon. I must get ready!