Monday

The weekend has once again passed. A succession of visitors have kept Colin's spirits high. No mean feat as those two days are a long drawn out affair. 48 hours in limbo, no structure to the day, just meals and the normal rounds of drugs and routine. So it passes and Monday arrives. Hand therapy and gym fill Colin's day. His new physio, Katy is a blessing. Two and a 1/2 hours a day are filled with exercise and routines prepared to enhance Colin's broken body. His mind too benefiting from his regime. Tilt tables and machines resembling puppet theatre fill these precious hours. Party tricks are preformed and improvements, no matter how small are worked on.

Drugs and remedies are administered daily but it is the magic of the gym that will benefit Colin. Les has been in touch, Colin's friends and colleagues, from Gala will come this Tuesday. A welcome diversion from the insane twittering of myself informing Colin of the day to day dealings with Accountants, Social Work etc.

A weekend at work has clouded my mind with tiredness, the visits have become longer and longer, as I hate leaving Colin. He is up longer every day so I stay longer every day, taking every opportunity to recapture the loss months when he was bedridden. More time is spent discussing, "When he gets home", back to reality, back to our life. It is now 3.17 am and as I lay here, cup of tea, notebook and deafening silence, ( Well even rodents have to sleep!) I wonder if one day if Colin and I will even remember half of these awful events. I hope not, just the memories of people that have helped us through.