nowhere near as gentle as this, believe me!
Part One
I was pleased to be leaving hospital, even though the news wasn’t good.
They couldn’t do any more, it was completely down to me now.
The hospital was crawling with virus’s, so it was not the place to hang around.
I was determined to follow all the instructions and pray that they worked.
Being so close to being paralysed was a massive shock. One I will never get over.
When the time came to go home, I was optimistic. I could stand, holding on to anything I could reach. But this did not help me to leave the wheelchair to get in the front seat of the car.
It took two of my relatives to man handle me and shove my bottom towards the car seat. I am very tall and on the heavy side, and in the beginning it all looked rather hopeless.
One of us must have had a lot more faith, for somehow I was bundled into the seat.
Part Two
When we reached home, we thought we had carefully planned this. Anita was to come out of the house when we arrived with the walking frame.
I was to slide out of the car and stand up. I should be able to walk up the path with the walking frame to the front door.
Hah! we hadn’t counted on the double steps at the door.
And that is where it all went wrong.
I made it up the path and they all tried to help me up the steps, and for a minute it looked as though I would make it. At the last moment, my legs failed and I started to fall backwards. It looked hopeless.
I ended up on my knees. So I did no more, I crawled up the steps into the house and into my office. Somehow, I had to throw myself onto my couch and try to get comfortable.
All in all, a nightmare from start to finish. I tried not to feel like a waste of space, but it took a while to relax and appreciate being home…
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