Thursday, June 17, 2010

Hanging in; hanging on...

My husband is still in Intensive Care, fighting many fights to regain the ability to breathe independently. He will be permanently paralysed but the extent of this is not known. He'll need months of rehabilitation before we can come home.

I am hovering in my new life; I've been house-sitting for eleven weeks and am now about to move into the 1940's solid brick flat equivalent of a serviced apartment, near the beach. This move is both a step forward and an enormously difficult and energy-defeating task.

The road from 20th January to here is indescribable. But I DO think the odd application of Chanel No. 5 helps.

2 comments:

Daan Tarts in Canberra said...

Hi BJ, I'm a new blogger in Canberra and my thoughts go out to both you and your husband. From someone who has recently suffered a head injury and lost 2 senses I really feel for you and your family. Tough times ahead but try to stay positive.

BJ said...

Thank you DT. And I wish you well in your progress through a changed but still happy life.

My flat turns out to have rising damp, so SIGH I will have to move straight back out. Major swearing required.

I have upped the purrfume big guns to Prada and Gucci, strong pongs for strong feelings!