Up early, Kev showered and got himself ready first then he helped me, washed, dressed and into the wheelchair, made sure I went to the loo to cut down the chance of needing it while out, because it is a faff.
Getting to and from the hospital was easy enough. Saw Cheryl at the bus stop, which was nice to catch up.
I was on edge a bit before my appointment. But after it, it felt like a weight had been lifted. As I said in the post after the hospital visit the consultant was lovely. She said Durham had done a good job on the top, but now they had the job of getting me back on that leg. And they'll do it without barking at me because I really can't use my left side. Such a relief to have someone who understands for once. She even told me something about my childhood, that what I had then was a mild form of cerebral palsy. I had no idea, after 58 years that was what it was. It really explains a lot, and shows you how bloody hard I worked to be "normal" I don't mind admitting that made me pretty proud of what I have achieved.
When we got back into town as it was a gorgeous day, we went for lunch ( a treat after the trauma) to "Slim Chickens" It... Very nice it was too we sat outside rather than manoeuvre the chair inside.
The bus driver on the bus home was a bit unhelpful and wasn't very keen on putting the ramp down, but Kev gave him one of his care bear stares and he relented.
Got back and let my sister know how it went.
That was it for the day then I was knackered.
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