As if spending the last four months in Worcester and now Birmingham hospital hadn't been bad enough, my evenings have just got all the harder to bare with the return of that bloody show. Well, at least Lorna is happy...
Having said that, for all intensive purposes it isn't all that bad here. Sitting and playing with jovie, all be it in a cramped space sandwiched in with the worlds loudest family, could never be described as being that bad.
A minor let down of a week draws to a close having not got the chance to take jovie back to Worcester as had been promised. Wednesday is now the day for our first trip home, apparently. As with much in this bloody place ill believe it when I see it. Tomorrow sees the final box ticked in our training; life support and the emergency drills. Not something we ever want to have to use but the final piece of the jigsaw. Once completed we can take jovie out around the hospital and grounds as much as we like without a nurse, and then once all sorted on the housing front, we. can. go. home!
The light at the end of that tunnel we have heard so much about really does feel like it could be just around the corner.
In many ways, its the knowing we may be going home soon that is making things tricky. Now we know we are going its becoming more and more difficult to put up with being here. Even being asked if we are ok by nurses has become a constant minor annoyance. This whole situation has stretched us to breaking point and we have really just had enough of this place and everyone in here.
A bit like how I feel after two minutes of watching big brother...
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