I woke up from the worst nights sleep for a while to some shocking news about the bomb in Manchester, news that puts everything in perspective again. So what if they woke me up a few times, I was still here, just a bit grumpier than usual. 3 o’clock came around and I was still in bed, Lois was trying her best to keep me entertained but I couldn’t help feeling stuck in limbo. I’m not an annoying person, at least I don’t think I am, but I came to the conclusion that if I asked every half an hour to get out of bed someone might get pissed off enough to listen.
Just as Frustration was turning to anger, a saviour from across the pond turned up. Jake is one of my dads mates from uni, ex Canadian naval captain, ice hockey player, gymnast, astrophysicist and genuinely top bloke, I couldn’t have asked for a better distraction. He arrived with two large bottles of Canadian beer, one with the label reading ‘La Fin Du Monde’ translating to ‘End of the World,’ and at 9% it could well be if I drink it after seven weeks on the wagon. Just as I was filling Jake in on the latest, another knock on the door, my wheelchair had arrived. I had been out in a chair before, but it was more of a lazyboy on wheels, not a proper wheelchair, not one that I could operate myself. I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to use it because of the weakness in my left arm and hand but there was no way I was revealing that information incase they changed their mind. Turns out wheelchairs are actually relatively easy to manoeuvre and after a tour of the facilities, which u shall see in due course no doubt, I went out into the garden to get some sun and hone my skills. Pushing myself around outside I got the first taste of independence that I had experienced in weeks, I felt free again, and damn it felt good.
Within 10 minutes my whole outlook on the place had changed. It’s amazing what a bit of fresh air and some freedom can do. But f**k me I can’t believe I’m actually in a wheelchair….😳
P.s. Wonder what the lap record of the garden is? 🏎