Occasionally this blog drifts from political commentary into being a way for me to update friends about what's going on in my life.
As it's been a funny few days, this is one of those posts.
On Thursday I had the gutting news from doctors that contrary to expectations, I won't be able to walk when I get home on 28th August. My quads (thigh muscles) are not recovering fast enough for me to get from sitting to standing or to bend my knees when standing unsupported - basically because the speed of nerve repair is too slow. The Rehab team here at the National want me come back in at the point when they can really help get me walking again - which could be any time in the next two years. A longer stay now won't help. They also sounded a note of caution that if I am unlucky the nerves will never quite repair right and I won't walk again.
Big problem - going home in a wheelchair to a flat on two floors with 10 steps to the front door means going home to be imprisoned there for an indeterminate sentence. The medics recommend that we rent out our flat and rent an accessible one.
To the rescue comes my fantastic and extremely organised partner Linda, who within 48 hours found a great new flat (wheelchair-friendly), in the same street we already live in, and available for when I go home on the 28th. So today I checked it out in my wheelchair for door widths, turning circles, toilet and bath accessibility etc., then sat outside my old house unable to get in due to the steps thinking how on earth did it come to this... went on a bus for first time since March (the ramp only broke once - thankyou to the kind driver who helped carry me off!) ... felt elated being back in wonderful Stoke Newington and eating outside at the Z Bar for first time since going into hospital... discovered that the only restaurants locally with ramped or level entrances appear to be Yum Yums, Il Bacio Mare and Nando's...
Next question to ponder ... is there a CLP out there ready for a PPC in a wheelchair?