So that’s it then. Brain recovery complete. Barring the scar – which I’ll bear forever as a reminder of my little brush with mortality – I am fully functional member of the community again.
I was lucky. In the hospital were a Polish guy who had been there for almost 7 months – constantly hovering on the edge of infection and with parts of the tumour so deep in his head that they could never be removed – and David B of Pontefract, undiagnosed and unable to work for 7 years.
Me? I found out on a Wednesday and breezed back out of hospital the following Thursday. The dice fell well for me, for once.
So I’m back in the chair, in my office, looking at the unholy mess that still remains to be cleaned up, left there by the SEO agency who were running things before I took over. At home, the kids (who have largely been oblivious to everything) continue to rampage around the place, leaving a trail of biscuit crumbs everywhere they go, just like their dad. And on Friday the 3rd, I returned to the live stage once more at the Duck and Drake, Leeds, where for 2 hours I played out my little rock star fantasy once more – with an extra big contingent of friends there for the ride to help celebrate.
There’s even a little upside: being unable to drive for several months mean that I am morally obliged to drink at all social events!
So a quiet thank you to the various people who’ve helped me through this little spell… the neurosurgeons at the LGI… colleagues old and new… the countless friends who’ve sent me little messages or packets of sweets… my family who’ve constantly checked up on me and run innumerate errands on my behalf and, of course, The Wife, who has experienced the whole thing probably worse than I have: from watching me jitterbugging around on the bedroom floor in the middle of the night to having my head cut open to doing everything in the house and with the kids while I stared vacantly on from the sofa.
And a little thank you to you too for reading and leaving messages, if you have. It’s been a rough old ride, but it’s been nice to know you’ve been there for the journey, kind of.
Next week: incontinent swearing and despair recommences as per.
Glad your OK. I’m not sure about the Used Ford Focus link in your sidebar though. Definitely would enjoy a catch up soon.
Great to hear that all is well. We look forward to normal service being resumed!
Good job Carps, glad to see your back and well. Did you get your mortgage paid off then from the “critical illness”?
What a massive failure. In typical fashion, my genius financial advisor told us we might as well cancel it because we were “young and healthy” when we moved house 5 or 6 years since and we “might as well have £15 in our pockets rather than the bank’s.”
Thanks for that!
Just seen this blog and am really glad to hear that you are fighting fit. I sent a msg a while back as I had the same op as you in October last year.
I have to say I am struggling a bit with being a non- driver, I had a little mini convertible called Freddie which I had to sell …only another 7 months to go, but I do get to walk my little boy to school every day which is good fun and how lucky you are to be drinking! I’m not allowed to touch the wobbly juice for a year cos of anti- seizure medication… a non drinker and non driver makes an interesting combination for those around me although I can always be relied upon to give a step by step account of the previous nights events
Anyway…thumbs up for getting through it and here’s to making the most of every day
Hi Tash – yeah, the driving thing’s both a blessing and a curse: cursed to be ferried around by other people, but blessed for the same reason. There’s something to be said for getting into walking for some things (I’d love to walk the kids to school, but first I need to get sacked)
Non-drinking too… blimey that *is* a cross to bear!
Good on you though and all the best for your own recovery – do stop by again