Tuesday, July 31, 2012
At Liberty, at Last
Well, here's the latest from the Itinerant Invalid: after a full day of bureaucratic wrangling yesterday, I was finally able to get the go-ahead from the Powers Medical and Adminstrative who have for the past two weeks controlled our lives. Presuming all goes well for the rest of the day, this evening Mr. Muscato and I will resume our interrupted journey home.
Because we started out coming through London, we're being sent back that way, which means a layover. I doubt that we'll take in much of the Games - I mostly want to stock up on goodies from Boots, in truth, and possibly score a final good pub dinner - but we're thankful that the predicted Apocalyptic Olympic Hotel Shortage never took place, so we'll be once again ensconced for a night in the very convenient hotel near Marble Arch that was our base on the trip out.
Thanks to all of you who've been thoughtfully inquiring as to our well-being. This has been an interesting experience, if nothing else my first glimpse of what lies ahead. It is sobering to be, for the the first time of any seriousness, inhabiting a body that refuses to do more or less what you want it do, that takes on, as it were, a seemingly malevolent mind of its own. We are being sent off with an array of new prescriptions, strict instructions, and further referrals. Whatever. As long as they get us back to our own house, our own bed, and the doubtless frenzied attentions of the infinitely missed dogs, we'll cope.