Friday was my first full day at home, after being discharged from hospital on Thursday evening.

Naturally, after having been stuck inactive, in the safety of a hospital bed, for two and a half weeks, any movement was going to be difficult.

Even before the accident, walking was impossible, unless I was holding onto an item of nearby furniture or my frame. Due to having both of my arms in a sling, this method of getting around would not be possible.

I therefore had to rely upon Claire to hold onto me tight and help me shuffle from bed to chair, to stair lift, back onto chair and finally onto the sofa – before repeating the process in reverse, once I was ready to return to bed.

These transfers were tough, but that was always going to be the case, for the reasons mentioned already – not to mention the fact that being held onto by my wife, while trying to move, felt very unnatural.

Due to Claire taking a much-deserved break on Saturday afternoon, I remained in bed all day: where I planned my exercise regime.

On Friday, I felt as if I had inadvertently pushed myself a little too far, in transferring to the sofa, an entire floor below. I had to remind myself, that all of this activity was following 17 days of practically no activity, lying flat in a hospital bed.

I also felt like by positioning myself on the sofa, I wasn’t giving myself the best possible chance of recovery – not to mention the fact, it was rather uncomfortable! I found myself slouched to one side. I was half led down on the sofa, when one of the benefits of getting out of bed is to train your body to sit upright again.

Today will therefore be different. I will not be burning myself out by going downstairs. I plan to sit on my wheelchair, made comfortable by cushions and pillows, from our extensive collection. I’ll be sat correctly and won’t have exhausted myself before I’ve even positioned myself.

Assuming today goes without any hiccups, I’ll repeat the same on Monday, but may even be brave and go downstairs!

My workout DVD will be on sale in time for Christmas.

Home

This will be the final post in the Life’s Not Fair series of blogs. The reason why? I ARRIVED HOME LAST NIGHT!

I would be a bigger liar than big, fat Boris if I was to say it’s not amazing to be back.

Since returning home, besides getting the best nights sleep in almost three weeks – the secret is not being in hospital – Claire and I have been working our way through all the episodes of I’m a Celebrity, which we missed.

Most importantly of all, it is a very important person’s birthday today…

Today’s the Day

I have just spent my 17th and final night in hospital – although I hate typing that, as it feels as if I am tempting fate…

The original plan was to get into a wheelchair and for my Dad to push me all of the way home. Normally this would not be a problem, but I have only sat out in my chair twice, during two and a half weeks.

Therefore, despite knowing it will take a lot longer, I have opted to be returned to Château de Kitson by hospital transport.

Later this morning, I will be given a four-hour window, in which I will be collected and delivered home.

It makes me feel a little like a Yodel parcel. I just hope that I am not treated like one and left over the garden gate or placed in the bin.

Homeward Bound

I’ve just met with an occupational therapist.

I’ve just been told that I can go home tomorrow!

I’ve always said that I love physios…