Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Sleep, the final frontier

Like Kirk, Picard et al, I do seem to arrive there eventually, but it's always shorter than one would like with uncomfy bits sometimes.

This morning the bruising is coming out, and things feel stiffer instead of freshly damaged, so I guess the healing process has started. My voice seems affected, which may be a consequence of sleeping upright, since I've not been able to lay down at all except in the bath (that's scary, feeling like there's no way back up from inside the slippery tub). But tonight I'll see if bed is a possibility, and maybe that will help.

At 10ish I've got physiotherapy at the Horton fracture clinic. Wonder how that will progress?