We begin

"No Memory"- Scarlet Fantastic

One day I lost consciousness for a few seconds. How many? i don't know. I was so preoccupied by the fact that from a great height the back of my skull had just hit solid concrete. Hard enough to lose consciousness or some seconds at least. In truth I have no idea if I was out the game for 5 seconds or 5 minutes. How could you know when mentally you are not there?

Anyway I ended up in hospital for a tine. First locally to stabilise me with medication and three meals a day. Then when I was in a better place physically I was carted off to one of Scotland's Super Hospitals- in Govan for me: QESH.  It was a great place to be in. I was well looked after and I had interactions with lots of people and honestly cannot complain about any of them. Well apart from one. Fat little red headed tosser who tried to threaten me one morning and got more than he was bargaining for. He'd obviously done it before and gotten away with it- probably more than once. Outcome: he was moved on.

So back to the doorstep. I took the dog out for a walk one morning while everyone else slept. All dood apart from the dog pulling as he tends to do. I got in the door to our flat which leads to an internal staircase. The dog had been pulling the whole time while out so i could not wait to get the lead off once inside. That is what I did. My arm was sore from the strain and the relief was bliss.

Until I tumbled backward that is. I reckon I stumbled backward down 6 steps before my heel hit the front door threshold and I went backward into concrete. I lay there for a while as a sight for passers-by. Finally a young boy next door was putting the bin bags out, saw me and kindly helped me up. He is a teenager. It pisses me off that adults never bothered their arse to help me. 

So I am in recovery with blister packs of drugs, exercise regimes and visits from all corners of healthcare.