After 2 weeks in”HMP hospital 3” (I was fully goingin on the prison analogy : being held against my will, horrible food, an hour of exercise a dayand sometimes I was allowed outdoors, briefly) it was however week 5 for me in hospitals Iwas promised a progress meeting to see if I could go home the meeting would be: me my parents, my husband. Allof us and a doctor piled into a small lounge to discuss me going home which I was desperate to do it was this point I realised how much power the physios and OTs had over the situation they led the conversation and told me I was no where near ready to leave and to do 2 more weeks of physio then try again, the house still needed safety assessing apparently i had to be able to stand and transfer to/ from one seat to another (say a sofa to a wheelchair and back and ideally from a wheelchair to a toilet and back, but that required standing. Moving and sitting with no assistance whivh I wasn’t capable of doing yet, there was an option to have some medical device equipment sent home but that would also need specific care staff to use assist me through the day it and rich would need training too. Also d likely need carers to get me home too(carers link and devices link)

I went back to my room and had a cry, for over a week of focused on the meeting to bring my route out to some normality and time at home and I hadn’t even got close