Well after a week or so in hospital I am battered, bruised, full of holes and radioactive to boot but I am on the mend.

I am drugged up and am completly spaced out, trying to have a conversation with me is like trying to talk to a toy. I have no concentration or coordination. Work have only let me back in part time for the next few weeks till the drug dose is reduced.

My other half has been my lifeline. I couldn't have made it through without him. He didn't mind when I called home at 2am in tears ready to pack it all in.

I can't think of any way that can express how much it meant to me him just being there, I just hope he knows.

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