Life in the slow lane

The trusty chariot awaits!

Ready for the first solo mission, down  off the bed and along twenty five metres or so of the corridor and back.

All catheters, cannulars and assorted tubing now removed and the main aim of the game seems to be getting everything stretching and working through psychologically convincing yourself that it’s not going to fall apart at the seams.

Judging by the row of metal staples running down the middle of each knee, there’s no intent for that to happen.

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