I'm almost back to normal (or as normal as I'll ever be I suppose). My sick line runs out on Friday and I've persuaded my GP that I'm fit to return to work. I've got holidays to take so I won't be back filling and pushing whisky casks until mid September.
I feel really good albeit lockdown and my injury conspired to turn me into a even fatter bastard than I was. I'm back cycling and can now manage 20 miles or so in the Angus glens area without needing an air ambulance so hopefully the weight will start dropping off
I've got to admit that it's been a tough 6 months and there were numerous times when I genuinely felt I wasn't getting better and feared that I wouldn't be able to return to work and that I'd perhaps reached the summit of my recovery. Things I previously took for granted like having a few drams and riding a bike were (I feared) a thing of the past. Thankfully, I was wrong but the road was long and painfully slow. I genuinely realise how lucky I've been having a brain trauma injury which hasn't left me any permanent impairment. I've still got slight numbness in my hands and feet but this doesn't effect my ability to do anything that I previously did.
A friend of mine was at his young neighbour's funeral last week. The poor guy fell downstairs at home but his guardian angel wasn't as good as mine it would seem. I have a really good one for which I am eternally grateful.
Its been a hard 6 months for my wife too but she's a total star and I couldn't have had better care.
Thanks again for the good wishes on here. It really means a lot and cheered me up greatly.
I can even enjoy a dram again
Slainte/Prost guys