Message Sixty Five

Today is the day I have been waiting for.  I knew it would come soon, but it came quickly, and as a surprise.  Elizabeth announced that she can now 'banana board' out of bed and no longer needs the hoist.  As my brother says, "we are learning a lot about hospital equipment."

Also Liz can sit in an ordinary chair next to her bed, and we'll be trained to help her get into a car.

Her sling now gets slung.  Infection control says that slings can not be cleaned or shared, so it goes in the bin.

We were remembering all the brave people who have tried Liz's electrical simulator on their arm.  Jonathan, Matthew, Theo and me.  Liz has been given more muscle groups in the left shoulder to work on, at a higher discharge.  So there is a new challenge.  This time smoke comes out of the ears.

This evening we were still working on the return of the student loan.  We have got to the bit where we ring and they have to ask Elizabeth whether she gives permission for her dad to speak for her.  Liz said "hello", and burst out laughing.  I was very worried that the poor student loan guy would think this was some practical joke launched from a drunken pub.  He did seem very unsure whether this was really happening.  Every job has its curious moments.  Anyway, the vast sums of money in Elizabeth's bank account are all going back.  Good job there is not much to purchase in the hospital.

Anna visited all the way from Sheffield.  Liz has been comfortable reading a bit more.

This is not Elizabeth but it is a
hoist in action

One of Liz's bay-neighbours walked out today (that's the objective) and all the staff and patients gave her a great send off.  They all lined up  as a guard of honour and clapped.