From the TRP house

I was released from hospital on Monday after 250 days of incarceration.  My new abode is a TRP house on the corner of Newmarket Rd and Victoria St in Windsor.  I have already checked out the locla restaurants on Google and found a few likely prospects to try.  Cafe Conti and Rhubarb Rhubarb look the best.

Everything is going smoothly with the carers and the house is quite comfortable. I also had not my best nights sleep last night, nine and a half hours unbroken by banging of trolleys, mobile phones, the nurse call audio, snoring patients and nurses shining torches in my eyes to see if I was asleep.

I am not in a routine of physio as yet but am planning to visit the sporting Wheelies Gym this afternoon for a work out.  The workout may be focussed on my left leg which has regained some movement.  My feet have always moved when I yawn and last Sunday week both Norm and I were delighted that I could consciously move my foot without yawning. Those of you who believe I am OCD will not be surprised that I have been obsessed with it ever since.

Last week in hospital was very social as Margie and Ralph flew in from Cairns to visit.  They arrived on Tuesday afternoon, as did cousin Allison from Perth. We all went to dinnerat Asian Spice which is across the road from the Dockside apartment where Val, Margie and Ralph were staying.  As the hospital has no physio or OT on Wednesday afternoons we took the opportunity to lunch at Il Centro Margie and I had their famous sandcrab lasagne which was great but not as good as Norm's or Darrells lobster lasagne.  I think Margie and Ralph are keen for a return visit. :-)

On Thursday night Russ and Col arrived to visit and we all decided that a final trip to the Norman was in order.  It was the first "distance" expedition on Ipswich Road for the new chair (the odometer is showing 30km as I type this today).

Unfortunately SIA were unable to arrange carers for last weekend so Darrel and I spent most of the weekend at the Dockside apartment watching the lightning  and hail.  The gods were considerate and the storm passed before I had to return to PAH. the downside was that Darrel's flight was delayed and he didn't get back home until 1:30 AM.

I have just looked at some pics of the mods in my new abode in the Dalgety building and it looks as though the works are progressing well.  So I still hope to be home by Christmas.  All keep your fingers crossed for me.