Discharge!!!!

So and I have finally gotten my discharge date and well it wont be long now until I am back home for good!! I have spent almost four months in hospital and in a few weeks when I get discharged I will have spent four months in hospital. It has been a long and tiring road to recovery and now I am on the last leg of my journey. Im always going to have hard times, sure everybody is but hopefully things will be better than before they were when I went into hospital. During my time in hospital I have gained friends and lots friends, laughed and cried but it wasnt all that bad. I feel like a different person now. I know how to cope with things and I am happy with myself. Things have got a lot better fro me and I have to thank all the staff in the hospital, the other patients, my family and my friends. Without all of these people helping me along the way I would not be sitting right here writing this blog post right now. So thank you for everything.

Finally getteing my discharge date made me realise that things do get better and no matter how bad things get in life there is always light at the end of the tunnel and things will always get better eventually. It just takes time. I know seeing other people move on helped to give me hope so maybe me moving on and showing people that it is possible that it might help someone out there who is going through a hard time.

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noeleen said…
You owe me €10 I reckon!!!
March 10, 2012 at 12:05 PM
Unknown said…
hope you get well soon...
March 12, 2012 at 12:33 PM
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