Staying in hospital for a long time is a whole new world. You tend to wonder what the outside world looks like, well I did. I briefly mention in my memoir each view I got with different hospitals I stayed in last year. The recent snow in the UK (nowhere near as bad as the US) reminded me of my stay in Lewisham Hospital during the Beast from the East 2. The whole park outside was white, and the houses in the distance were too. It's why I don't like snow that much now. I got another glimpse of the outside world when I was transported from one hospital to the next. Each time I was I said to myself, 'Oh, so that's what the outside looks like.' I am not sure how I managed to cope with going from hospital to hospital last year. All I know is that I just went with it. Probably knowing that I needed to go to one for this to happen, and the next for something else to happen for me. Maybe deep down all I wanted was to get better so I could go home.
It was night time, so dark, when I finally got home end of March 2021, so I couldn't see outside properly, as I knew it. I didn't see it again until the next day, and boy was I pleased to, especially my street and my garden. The familiarity was a balm to me after all the noise and busyness of hospitals. Two weeks later, when my mum came home from hospital herself, it was to lead to another new world for me, and one that took my resilience to another level.
