Is there no end? Day 20

I had a call from Mike yesterday. His mouth is still so sore that eating anything solid is still impossible. They are still feeding him through the tube and he is still having those lovely milkshakes. So far so good.

Mike also told me that they have moved him out of intensive care back to the ward where he has his own room and his own bathroom. This would be good, except he realised that he can’t actually get out of bed, his leg muscles have wasted so badly that they will no longer take his weight. He can’t walk or stand and needs physiotherapy. Yet another hurdle, something else to stop us ever getting back to some sort of normality. 

Please don’t tell me it will all get better unless you can guarantee that he will be normal again by September. I’m so angry with the whole world right now. 😭😡