Summer in the sun, August to start of September 2005

More waiting. Nothing doing. Some days were better than others, some were bad. Sometimes I could do some things, sometimes I could do others. At least my speech came back to some extent, and I was beginning to be able to write again. Sometimes I could walk with a limp, and sometimes with no limp. Sometimes I could walk at nearly-normal speed, though that wwas rare. If I looked over my shoulder to check for traffic before crossing the road, I would stumble as my leg did something unexpected. Once I walked into town. But sometimes I stayed in bed.
It was sunny. We had lots of visitors who helped me stay sane! I couldn't do anything, or go anywhere, so I was very glad of their tales of what they had been doing. It gave me some sort of perspective beyond the little box my life had become.