Part 15 - Me n my bonce

A cuddle from mum and a good talking to, a few tears from her too which she tried to hide from me but I saw! Come on girl pull yourself together you can do this! My purple shirt lady now visiting with an occupational therapist too giving lots more exercises I could do. With or without them there, coins of each denomination pick them up and turn them over, then pick them up in size order one by one and place in a pile, how hard could that be, simples! If only! Turns out my coordination had also nosedived as well as my fine motor skills! I got frustrated doing this exercise it regularly distressed me. So much so at one point I threw the coins and just burst into tears! Why couldnt i do this? Why oh why had this happened to me? But being my pillar of strength again mum just picked them up put them on my hospital table and made me do it again! Then finger and hand exercises with the theraputty which was like a stiff and shiney playdoh! Pull it, stretch it, press it no its not the game bop it! Hiding an elastic band in it making me have to separate it to find it all helped build the strength back in my fingers and hands! Not only doing this, leg and arm raises with weights too a diamond of mine came in to see me with hang on is that kids games??? Yep! She had brought me jenga - not sure I had played this without alcoholic shots involved before? Dipping dolphins - a stick with a dolphins head and the handle controlled its mouth to open and close and you had to make them gobble all the appropriate coloured balls from a dome shaped wonky base, a travel set with ludo, snakes and ladders, draughts and more! Hours of fun! But you know what they were obviously helping as I was getting better with my coordination! Physio's by now had given me a proper chair to sit in on a daily basis which was so much more comfortable than the initial wheelchair they gave me! So on a daily basis I could hear the squeak of my mums shoe coming from down the corridor cor these 18 hours were going quick! She'd put a bedsheet on the chair along with what I called a pooh sheet (no explaining needed there I think) the nurse or healthcare assistant would come along and rotar stand me into the chair (I stood/pulled myself up they turnt me and I sat down again!) and from there we played games! Forgetting where we was and for small moments this made me forget I was ill! Some days I would get tired and need to go back to bed but most days I wanted to stay out so dad could see how well I was doing! Also so he could join in with cards or UNO and just talk about things other than mucus, tracheostomies, brains and physio sessions! I enjoyed these times with them! Dad had now had to go back to work so was working as long as possible days then coming up to see me and along with mum not getting home until about 9.15pm every night! Long days but mum and dad never missed 1 day, not 1 visit they were there through everything! Holding my hands and rubbing my feet! I got more games added to my ever growing collection a squeezy ball from the niece and nephews toy bag to strengthen my hands, clothes pegs, a tennis ball, a pack of playing cards and the game we ended up playing practically everyday - UNO! Playing cards and UNO was also a ploy to get me to write as I had to keep scores! Even though my writing was like a child's I kept on after mum and dad left of night times too, making lists for lists sake! Clothes I wanted to wear, films I wanted to see, names of the family. Slowly my handwriting improved but still to this day it is not what it used to be! One day it will be though I'm determined it will be!