The weekend again!

I was working, so my girls all headed West. Lunch and newspaper in tow. They massaged and manipulated fingers and toes. They were very pleased to see that his left hand was making definite progress and showing signs of improvement. Fingers and wrists moving. This caused great excitement. One of the other patients said that the girls looked like Colin's "Harem". They laughed and chatted and were there for his every whim. He didn't even have to speak, just listen to their chatter.Colin enjoys these visits.
His sister, Doreen also visited. She arrived from Nottingham, battling her way through the snow. The girls left them to discuss family business and all of Doreen's family news. Colin enjoyed this as well.
His bed sore has improved and Colin was mobilised. For a few minutes a day. My girls were there and it definitely was the highlight of the day.

Sunday
I drove west, lunch in basket. I was full of trepidation. News of Colin's mobilisation weighing heavily on my mind. I know this is what we have been working towards forever, but it is sometimes a hard lesson.
Some find it brings reality home. A very new experience and in some minds a sense of the end of parts of their "real life".
Also Colin's skin might deteriorate again and we could be back to square one. Yes many thoughts filtered through my mind on the M8.
Arrived in time to be there for the skin check. All seemed well. Colin was to be hoisted into his chair. A very precarious looking thing but one to become part of his daily routine.
Colin was up. His hair is so long, hard to tell when he is in but, but very bike "chic". As is Colin's way. He seems to be coping with this transition well. We "escaped" the ward and did circuit after circuit of the unit. Stopping to see old friends in the high dependency unit. They are always pleased to see the further development of their "old boys". We ventured outdoors. He filled his lungs to capacity with cold sharp air. 17 weeks of fresh air was taken in. We went to the day room and spoke to Mike and family, and then his 30 minutes were up. Bed rest had to be taken.
Judith, a great chum from Polo arrived. She was full of tales of friends and ponies. Things we had all done and seen in the season. It was a joy to have her visit, to have her visit. Colin adores her and the time passed like seconds not hours. She made us laugh. We gossiped and almost felt normal again. The goings on in the ward became just a distant world and it was just the tonic that Colin needed. She left promising to come again.
Back to reality and another chair time began. Saturday and Sunday are long days so visits are precious.
But tomorrow is Monday and and the gym time and physio starts again. Colin's day will be full. The M8 beckoned and the "West wing" was started again.