Here I am back in the land of normal folk. My little trip to hospital this month didn't throw up many surprises. The doctor has given me a new drug to take, basically it's to stop the other drugs he gave me doing me any harm, which I find a bit odd but he's the one with the education in healing people so I suppose I should do as he says, which isn't something I'm good at.
Yesterday was a good example of that. My daughter wanted to go on a shopping trip to Limerick so I thought the trip out would do me good. Now I'm the only person I know that needs to recover after coming out of hospital, having somebody Else's' antibodies pumped into me for five days kind of takes it out of me a bit, so the doctor always says to take it easy for a week. My idea of taking it easy is not exactly everybody Else's' so I thought a trip into the city would do just fine. Normally yes, anyone with a modicum of sense couldn't see a trip like that as anyway harmful and neither did I. I thought it would be such a relaxing trip that I decided that I'd leave my wheelchair at home and rely on my walking stick. This was not a good idea.
My plan was to park up and go for coffee with my wife while my daughter and her friends shopped. I guessed it couldn't be far between the car park and the lifts, and then not far from the lifts to a coffee shop so a walk of less than 200 yards was what I was guessing and I was right. We parked, I walked a bit and then sat for coffee and was thinking about lunch.
Sadly though this is where my plan started to go wrong, what I got was not anything related to a cup of coffee so I reckoned if they couldn't get a cup of coffee right they were unlikely to get anything else right and I threw a sulk and wanted to go someplace else. After a bit that's just what we did and this of course was going to add to my walking.
The second coffee shop wasn't far from where we parked and any able bodied citizen would have got there in less that two minutes, but it took me nearly ten, of course no amount of telling me that I was doing more harm than good was going to stop me. The coffee was good in coffee shop number two but the food didn't look great so again the toys were well and truly thrown and I had to go someplace else, of course I did because an award wining coffee shop in Limerick wasn't going to do it for this blogger.
There was about fifty yards to walk from the car to the comfort of a top class burger joint in Limerick and it was pure torture, I wouldn't give up, no way. I leaned on my walking stick so much it was almost bent in two and my walk looked like a demented duck with a limp. Lunch was good, I had a smokestack burger with chili fries and good coffee.
Now where has this left me. Well last night I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't sleep. I finally nodded off in front of the telly watching the winter Olympics and messaging a good friend on facebook. When I woke up I couldn't walk at all and it took me an hour or so to get going. I've spent the day in pain and I really feel like an idiot because I could have so easily ended up back in hospital.
On the plus side, my good friend and I managed to write a song while messaging on facebook, the recording will be posted. But best of all was this morning while I was lying around feeling sorry for myself, having gone back to bed, my daughter brought me breakfast in bed and thanked me for coming with her to Limerick, told me how well I'd done with my walking and reminded me that that was the first time I'd walked out in public since June last year which never occurred to me. I was so wrapped up in being a martyr that I'd forgotten that this was another first for me and maybe I should pay more attention to what my little girl says more often.
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