Part 24 - Me n my bonce

My first night in rehab, my aunt and uncle came to visit too! Mum had finished unpacking into my mini wardrobe and draws for me next to my bed and her and dad went for a "cheeky coffee". A nurse came and asked if I minded if someone played music as it was his last night! Thinking they meant through a tannoy system I agreed, 2 minutes later my bum holding sedgeway was there I was being taken to the day room to listen to his music, much to my aunt and uncles delight they were also coming! I arrived into the day room were his crowd were gathering. He played the guitar, I was waiting for him to chuck a tonsil or two but afterwards he explained that due to tubes he'd had down his throat he was unable to sing just yet! Was actually quite sad for him after that as he was really very good and could tell he was passionate about it! After the 2 minute performance I was wheeled back to my room. My aunt and uncle left and dad pulled my curtain round so mum could help me get ready for bed. Dad had figured out my bedside TV and phone so i was able to get my soap fix! (the amount we'd spent on bedside TV's now I think I could have bought a couple of plasma's!) There were 3 other ladies in my ward, 1 of which I still hadn't seen as she had her curtain pulled unfortunately I could still hear her though!!!! Another lady who was very nice and reminded me in a strange way of my nan she had suffered a bad case of flu and was left with Gillian Barre syndrome, very painful and unable to stand, and another lady opposite me very sweet and ended up taking quite a shine to my zimmer frame even though she had her own one which I must say gave me zimmer envy as hers had brakes too! She had also convinced herself I had triplets, that she asked me how they were every morning! Fortunately I was tipped off to agree with what she said as she would get very distressed if you didn't!
My first few days was pretty much filled with assessments, showing physio's, OT's, doctors and nurses what I could do, them seeing what I could do and I presume judge just what I needed doing help wise! I met my doctor who was about 7 foot tall, he was going to be my main contact for everything, after a little chat he told me he was off to Kinnier Wilson at the beginning of December, slightly worried I asked him what would happen to me when he goes, very nonchalantly he said well we will probably both be leaving at the same time! Woo hoo! He thought I would be out of here by then! I was initially told it was a 3 month programme! I was very surprised as I also found out my coordination was shocking now too, I couldn't grab my thumb with my other hand when above my head, but I could when looking at it! Most other tests I had mastered I think purely for the amount of times I had had them! Sliding my heel up and down my shin, touching my nose then the doctors finger, getting faster and moving their finger! Lifting my leg whilst laying down, lifting my arms, how far could I turn my neck! I became a performing monkey knowing what they would ask me to do next! On the Friday I was given a timetable, it was like being at school, what lessons did I have and when, when was my free periods?!