I think that I, in a semi drugged state sent the following email to the members of the LBC:
Is it my turn to select a topic? If so I am sorry to be so late about it. Lets blame Nurse Hitler and her constant – Time for walkies, exercises or rest!
I actually said to her that I had no idea of what to choose, so she threw a book at me and said “Page 132, line ten and pick a word.
It was in the middle of a sentence:
“keep the restaurant open at least seven months of the”
So my choice is Restaurant or Restaurants now off you go and prepare our feast.
Since I returned home with the new ‘shock absorber’ I have been out to lunch twice. We went to Carrickfergus as it is very flat and a good place for me to walk right now. On the earlier visit I was still extremely slow and a little nervous on the crutches. Elly invited another blogger friend to come along and having someone each side of me was reassuring.
The entrance was step free, a toilet for disabled customers easy to negotiate and the carver chairs at the tables were a good height for me and very comfortable. I was well looked after and the waitress went to endless trouble to make sure that the food I ordered was dairy free. The food was tasty and hot and I did justice to the meal in front of me.
This week it was my turn to reward my nursing staff; so Elly, George and I returned to the same place. We parked further away allowing me to stretch my legs and enjoy the sounds and sights of normality while being out doors. As soon as I entered the building I was greeted by the same young lady that looked after us last week. She remembered me and asked how I was progressing, and also told me how well I was looking compared to the previous week. I remarked on her memory and she assured me that she did indeed remember me and the fact I required a dairy free meal.
Since I am forbidden to drive right now I tossed a coin and the winner had the choice of ‘wet or dry’. George won, but being a gentleman he chose to drive leaving Elly free to enjoy a glass of wine with lunch. The food was all we expected and we sat over it chatting and laughing.
Again I enjoyed my slow paced walk back to the car. Once inside and comfortable, I packed the young lovers off to have a proper walk with the instructions to hold hands and have a cuddle. I was quite happy to sit and watch the world go by. They returned happy and refreshed, ready for another session of Grannymar bashing nursing. Just as in the Good book, we returned by a different route happy and content with our day.
Restaurants may be all about food, but a caring, cheerful & helpful staff certainly makes a big difference. I will return in the future.
I woke to a message from Bikehikebabe
i will b sleeping sitting up so i can get out of bed. the therapy 4 the shoulder is lots morethan for the hip. but u don’t walk on your arms so u can b more active. all went well. glad 2 b home
Wonderful news, and she typed it all herself despite having shoulder surgery on Tuesday.
Way to go Girl. Way to go!