THE AMSTERDAM ORGY PART TWO

Nothing much to report since last time. Stuck in the interminable hell of hospital. A mixture of boredom and trauma. Many fruitful and fruitless discussions with Isabella about whether I should stay here and make use of the good physiotherapy and get as strong and well as I can, or whether we should start making our way back to London where Isabella will have to live in alone in my house while I find a new rehab hospital.

I miss my city and my friends. The kids come and visit me every weekend. A good friend has just flown from London for lunch and then went straight back home; another friend who lives locally has passed by. Although Isabella is here all day and without her support I would be in deep shit, I still feel the need to see more people. Mainly as a distraction from my dark mood and situation, but also to keep in touch with the outside world. Being in hospital, as most of you know, is like being in a space\time capsule, cut off from the outside world which has moved on without me as if I were already dead. I am feeling morbid and require cheering up.