and hopefully nearly outa the woods too.Very tired, very weak.Must bed rest for another week then take it easy for another three,then go back for x rays.The roots and branches of infection got a real good grip of me and aren't keen to let go despite almost a gallon of liquid antibiotics and a bucketful of tablet ones.After a day of tests and who wants to be a millionaire type questioning in A+E they put me in a bed on a ward and stuck a four inch nail,er, I mean needle, into my arm with a nozzle on the end.I wondered if they were going to re-inflate my lung with a bicycle pump ,but no, it was for putting huge syringes of antib's into me at regular intervals.It's become a cliche I suppose to say the 'nurses were angels' but this hackneyed phrase is only a cliche because it is so true.I am filled with huge admiration for every single one of them and enormous gratitude.I don't know how they do it, don't know why they do it, but I thank God that they do. I would really love to win the lottery and give each and every one of them a huge wedge of cash and all the catering staff and all the domestics. You hear so many horror stories about hospitals and care and cleanliness that I was very concerned going in. In reality this hospital was everything you would hope it to be and to say I was relieved and highly impressed would be an understatement.They will have forgotten me already as they deal with the next intakes on a never ending conveyor belt, but I will never forget any of them. Thanks to you too ,blog pals ,for all your warm wishes and humour, they are most appreciated and apologies that this blog of photography and writing and idiocy has become a catalogue of illness.Everybody gets ill , everybody has troubles, I'm sure some of yours are worse than mine and you don't bleat on about them.
It's funny I spent a lot of this summer angry at the weather ,raging at it like that fecking other EEjit raging at windmills. I used to walk the dog across this field and a swallow would fly past, up and down , swerving past us at the last secondIt was beautiful and it was amazing ,but inwardly I was still eyeing the grey skies,feeling the cool breeze, and moaning.When I was in hospital and sick I thought of that moment and how I would dearly love to be under those grey skies , feeling the breeze on my face and watching that small bird.So maybe not ALL cliches are true. Maybe, just maybe, one swallow really can make a summer after all.