The other weekend is all a bit of a mystery to me from Friday morning onwards – at one point I thought I was in a storage closet except that among the clutter were a couple of beds. Oh this is where people go to die I thought before I drifted off.
Nearly a fortnight later I am lying down unable to get out of bed. It amazing how quickly you lose muscle tone and what difference fat legs make. I was weighed the other day and was almost 10kg heavier than normal. All liquid in my legs and elsewhere I think. This meant that I am very restricted on where I can put my legs etc. Then when I try to stand up I need the help of two physios or nurses and a frame or rotastand which I can hang on to to get from bed to chair or back. I shall have another go later but at least I’m not in the broom cupboard.