A very happy, peaceful and healthy 2023 to all.
This was the view that greeted us this morning:
Just the sort of day when normally I would want to take Archie (hop, skip) and myself (trudge, slip) for a walk, but 2023 is going to be the year when I do NOT fall over, with all the complications that fellow stroke survivors will know only too well. So, life inside it is.
An update to my last post, where the word ‘thrombectomy’ is explained. The Scottish government in its wisdom has now decided to reverse some of the cuts it had made to the budget for thrombectomy in Scotland. Whether this is in response to complaints from health professionals and others, in response to opposition politicians or in a sudden rare outbreak of common sense and compassion, who knows. But welcome news nonetheless. However, it still leaves Scotland with a part-time thrombectomy service, a postcode lottery for anyone suffering a stroke here and a service below the standard available elsewhere in the UK and much of the western world. But let’s be grateful for this modest concession and regard it as a moderately hopeful start to the new year.
With that, I leave you with a further picture of the view from my window … and beside me a warm sleeping whippet.
