Just when we are nicely settled into a routine it is all change.
Geoff has been in the John Radcliffe for almost 6 weeks. He is consderably improved in a lot of respects but still cannot make his hands work, with the result that he cannot do anything for himself. Still no diagnosis but I think we now realise that there is never going to be an answer for us. The priority now is for him to get his strength back and get walking again and most importantly make his hands function again.
So the next step along the road is a move to Abingdon Community Hospital. This happened very suddenly this afternoon. It had been mentioned a few days ago but we thought there would be a long wait for a bed. I had a call from the discharge nurse just as I was trying to board a busy train in a noisy station. Emma and I were en route to visit him anyway so we were able to help gather all his belongings and escort him as far as the ambulance.
So we are entering a new phase. Tomorrow Boe and I will try the public transport journey to Abingdon and see how we get on. We are still moored in Banbury just below the lock and had planned to move up to Cropredy on Sunday. However the forecast is less than pleasant so unless the forecasters have it completely wrong we will delay until a week today when it is looking better.
We are hoping that the visiting will be as accommodating as the John Radcliffe. The rule everywhere seems to be 1 person for 1 hour each day. But we have happily been two of us and staying well beyond that and everyone very laid back about it. We shall see.