HOSPITAL UPDATE

I’ve been here too long, since January 10^th (my accident was on Boxing Day last year). My sanity, such as it is, has been severely tested. Unfortunately I’ve been unable to go mad. More than anything I’m desperate. I want to get out and come back to London, though London is probably something of a fantasy. I imagine things will be better once I am in my home city, back with my friends and family, but I also know that that might not necessarily be the case. Things will inevitably continue to be difficult.

I’m afraid of leaving here. I am afraid of staying here. The boredom is overwhelming. I am having less physiotherapy than before; the course I was on has come to an end, which means I am lying in my bed for hours of the day, with not much to do.