Leaving St James’s for the NRH
Yesterday Robert and I left St James’s Hospital and our friends on Bennetts Ward to begin his placement at the National Rehabilitation Hospital.
Won’t lie to you – it was tough. Everyone came to say goodbye and good luck and although Robert seemed a little baffled by the whole thing, I had a lump in my throat the whole time. The ambulance guy, Derek, wondered what all the fuss was about – ‘who is this bloke?’ he asked. ‘He’s our Bob!’ came the answer.
We will never forget the kindness and attention that the staff in Bennetts lavished on us: they took care of Robert so well for a year, his recovery reflects that, and they looked after me too. They know how much it has meant to us so I won’t belabour the point.
Robert slept for most of the trip to the NRH but then woke as we got closer. He stayed awake while he was transferred to bed in his ward, where they had a note written on the board beside his bed, welcoming him. He was made comfortable, had oxygen levels checked and all the other things that needed doing, and fell fast asleep again.
By the time I left close to 6pm he was still resting, and apparently stayed that way for visits from both Jason and Eamonn. I’m hoping that he’ll have recovered sufficiently by this afternoon when I get to see him again.