GETTING BETTER.

The operation 7th November.2008 Things went well at first. On the Monday, he seemed to be in a lot of pain, in his chest and in his tummy. He was crying, whimpering, and groaning. I upped his pain killers but nothing seemed to help him. By the time it got to 10pm I phoned the NHS help line. There were phone calls back and forth, then the one to say they were sending out a Doctor. He came an hour or two later. He tried to examine Stephen and take his temperature. But it was all to no avail. If Stephen said NO them the Doctor would not go near him. Everything is so P.C. these days. He might be a man but this is a child in a mans body. There is not much I can say about this, I know it is the law, but PEOPLE who make the laws don’t have to live with the results and pick up the pieces. Any way I stayed up with him all night, tried to catch some sleep in the armchair. I was badly hurt in a car crash 15 years ago, so it’s not the best place for me. (Sorry a little bit of self pity crept in there) After 2 weeks at home he was board and wanted to go back to 240, this is the house where he lives with his friends. I phoned and talked with his key worker, and between us we sorted out the things that needed sorting. He went back on the 20th November. He was very ready to go back and as he walked in the door, Lucy his key worker, Helen his girl friend, Val and Lyn his two friends who also live there, all came rushing to see him. They were all hugging and kissing him, and saying how much they had missed him, how glad they were he was back. I thought they were going to overpower him altogether. I might be his Mother who looks after him when he was ill but, these were his friends and who he wanted to be with the rest of the time. We call it Stephens’s harem, not in the normal way, but how they look after him. Run round for him, making cup’s of tea, doing his ironing and any thing that needs doing. So I knew he would come to no harm with them at 240.