Beep Beep Beep.... INTRUDER ALLERT!

Slowly is the recovery, but once his mind is set on something nothing can stop Frank (the Tank). For not so long ago Frank was asking "where is the URL of my blog, can I read it?" but now it's hardly possible to stay up to date with the stream of messages, Frank blogging in Twitter style! I feel like an intruder to write a message again.

Today I came in, Frank "glued" to the monitor, no newspaper with me to get his attention. No need to bring a 'local newspaper' when you have the whole of the internet at your fingertips. But to no avail when the connection is not up to it all the time. (Just think how manny messages from Frank there will be IF the connection is always up. ;-)

I suggested a walk and Frank called the nurses, nature calls. And then something interesting happend. All the time it was said that for a transfer from bed to chair or the other way around it was "the BAD side first". But now the nurse was sticking the weelchair in a position for "the GOOD side first". And with little help Frank was transfering himself into his chair. CLOINK (And I picked up my yaw, still in one piece, from the floor). Off they went to the toilet, leaving me behind with Jane of the The Daily Mirror, which is pleasant in a way.

And before I was finished with Jane (can you ever?) Frank was back, asking for the walk. And off we went. It was the usual route, through the main coridor to the "rondeel", the local restaurant and the nice outdoors and protected sitting area with it. It was late and no entertainment, except for a que of alternative road signs. One particular sign was interesting, proving the progress Frank makes.


Yes, this is Frank at the sign "You are here". But when you start looking for him he will be gone, following the sign at his back, a "dead end street" sight without the notion of the dead end. (A tell tale for the future?) Just look at the grin at his face and you'll know what I mean.

After this detour we wend back to his room. We did the transfer to his bed ourself. (that is Frank with my assistance, no nurses around). It was not as smooth as "the professionals" (I too tip my hat for the nurses.) Time to rest, it was already late. Time for me to cycle home.

On the way out I informed the nurses that we made the transfer to bed. Which got me the reply "Sir, you should have called us!" Tomorrow when I come in I expect all kinds of bells and wistles to go off. INTRUDER ALLERT, this man is transfering our patients!