I’m in a hospital bed, have been for 10 days now. I’m in a room of 3 on the ward. Both of the other 2 are old, 80 plus. The one opposite has a problem swallowing basically sounds like he’s drowning in his own phlegm, poor guy needs hoovering out every half an hour or so. The one next to me had a sleep most of the day and is merrily singing away now whilst demanding a cup of tea.
I’ve broken my back – unstable T3, but I’ve been lucky to have no spinal cord damage. I find out tomorrow if they are going to operate or not. A long road ahead of me which course we go down.
I struggle to sleep at the best of times, but particularly bad tonight oh how I’d love a good walk right now.
I am self employed with a family and I can’t help the financial worries rumbling around my head, even though I have fantastic family and friends around me telling me not to. Can’t help it though.
The nights have gotten very long this last week.