August 1st

The nights are long and hard.  No deep breathing or positive thinking could see me through the pain last night. Drugs, drugs and more drugs!

Managed to shower semi-independent today. Finding it hard to believe that I am talking about myself having a shower.  What strange conversation and thoughts.....

Meet with the social worker - usual questions that you would expect. Sort of like a job interview....

Waiting to go for physiotherapy to get the body moving.

Mark comes to visit.  Here again, strange having to think of my husband visiting me....

I guess the conclusion is that the whole situation is not normal, so my day to day life can not be about the ordinary things that usually surround my life.

My wondeful friend Maya arranges for homiopathetc remedies to be delivered to me! Now the body has no choice but to heal in the best possible way - it is being treated from all directions!

Did I mention that when I first arrived here everyone was going backwards down the passages in their wheelchairs.  Mark & I thought we had arrived at the nut house.  A few hours later when I got my wheels, I too was doing the backwards journey.  It much easier to push a laod on 1 foot, than to pull.

A surprise visit by Nini and girls helps pass the evening hours - love you guys!

Drora, an amazing lady who looked after the girls today, called to say they went swimming and had a ball.  She is a true angel that has been sent to help us out.  There really are truely amazing people in this world.

Not in the mood for writing much today, except to recall a wonderful poem that has stuck in my head for years now, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox:

One ship drives east and another drives west


With the selfsame winds that blow.

Tis the set of the sails

And not the gales

Which tells us the way to go.

Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate,

As we voyage along through the life:

Tis the set of a soul

That decides its goal,

And not the calm or the strife.

I can't remember the name of the poem.
So I find myself in this sea and only I can set my sails to ensure that I sail to an ideal destination.

In a weeks time the stitches and staples come out.......