Night two back of Ward G18.
I feel better in myself today – more appetite and general perkiness (but mostly due to the feeling of ‘a plan’ being formed, but more on that later) than anything else – got my canulla in, lots of bloods taken, drugs and observations too.
The road to recovery is a long and winding one. A clique, but feels very truthful now that I’m back in a hospital bed for the third time in a month. Not much has changed here – in fact, I get recognised, would you believe it? – but something is different.
Forward. Not back (although the last couple days has felt very much of ‘one step forward, two steps back’). Positive thinking. And of course, ‘THE PLAN’.