I Like Driving in My Car
Actually, that is not entirely true. I ventured out as a passenger for the first time yesterday. Not a long trip just 11KM to Lannemezan to see Pete who is in my old room. He is doing well and has been out of bed and walking today apparently.
I expected the car to be hard on the actual spine, but in fact it was the wound which rubbed a bit ad we bobbled along in the Land Rover. I was glad I have broken the duc, but I was not sorry to get home and to lie down.
I can sit long enough for a meal now and am fairly agile on the old pins, its just every now and then that I get a sharp reminder of the seriousness of the injury. Its as if it the body is saying “Easy boy not too much” .
I don’t need telling twice.
Good Billy Boy! Do what the body tells you!
You’ve made me think, “Does Billy speak French? Must do or the accident, the surgery, the hospital, the healing would be a bloody pain!”
And I’ve thought, “There are a lot of latex gloves in hospitals. I wonder if Billy took any pictures.”
xx, c
Comment by clarissa — 19/01/2008 @ 07:38 am
Hello C.
Yes I speak French and pain. Nothing like being injured to make one eloquent. I can tell you that “shit that hurts” is pretty universal. It must be something in the way it is said!
Comment by Billyboy — 20/01/2008 @ 02:26 pm
You’ve given me a chuckle!
And MrsF has me slackjawed by her cakemaking abilities. Guinea pigs and frogs! That’s talent indeed!
x, c
Comment by clarissa — 20/01/2008 @ 04:11 pm