Message Thirty Eight

Elizabeth bumped into C, her Speech Therapist today. C said that 'Boo' was a great word to develop mouth muscles.   Liz and J, her nurse, had been racing up and down the hospital corridors in her wheelchair with Liz dressed in a hospital sheet, terrorising the place.  They went back to see her old nurses on ICU.   Liz even asked for her Critical Care diary, but the answer was "no".  It's a serious business this diary.

Liz visited the Rehab ward in the afternoon to attend their Halloween party.  She was suitably dressed, and it was a chance to look round the new venue (through eye holes in the sheet).

Liz continues to be doing really well, with lots of new movements in her left leg.  She also passes the time developing her new career in 'lay down' comedy.  She does impressions of the patients and nurses on the ward, and shows off her latest newly acquired skills, such as writing 'Hello Dad' on pages of my new diary.  Sarah, Jo and Liz made up a puppet show together.

This evening Jo played the guitar.  I played the glockenspiel, and Liz sang.  She said she felt like an adolescent boy with a breaking voice.  At the end of the evening the Bennetts visited and we said prayers together.