Have been in bed since 21 August with a very nasty pressure sore.
Really glad that I did not know about how serious it was at the beginning, not that I could have run away screaming.
Could have screamed and bawled and carried on and got myslf and Richie very depressed indeed.
Did cry for the first hour and was not at all happy but realised very quickly that to allow myself to be sad and miserable would be disasterous for us both.
Instead decided to concentrate on the good things, like Richie, our friends, how well I was being looked after to name but a few things.
Very glad that I did not know how deep the wound was, only heard a few weeks ago that it had been overe 6 cm's wide and nearly as deep plus it stank.
Took until October to clean the wound and until then Richie had to wash and dress the wound twice a day.
Then it started to look clean and slowly progress was being made before Christmas the nurse got more cheerful about how it was going.
From then on Richie has only had to dress the wound once a day.
Since last week the nurse will only come to check on the progress every two weeks instead of evry week.
The wound is getting smaller it was just three cm's last week and Richis has been advised to cut down on the amount of bandage he packs into the wound.
Now we are all waiting to see if the progress will remain as good as it has been.
Hoping the end of the month will bring some good news about when it will be estimated that I can sit again.