The ‘Hotel’ is Glenside Manor in Salisbury where they have designed a tailored pathway for Jake starting in Nadder Ward, a neuro-behavioural treatment and rehabilitation unit where they are equipped to work with some of Jake’s more challenging issues, rather than trying to work around them (would it be bad of me to call it Madder Ward?). The plan then is for him to ‘step down’ to Bourne Ward, a mutli-disciplinary rehab ward that is underpinned by a Cognitive Rehabilitation Therapy (CRT) Programme. It all sounds very complicated so allow me to distill it for you; Jake’s inner toddler is currently in charge (his parents can confirm that this is not a good thing) and, together with his processing and cognitive deficits, this means he is literally unreasonable and refuses to play the therapy game. The psychology led approach at Glenside aims to unlock all his pre-injury ‘stuff’ that has risen to the surface and is stopping him from making the most of his rehab journey. The universal view is that Jake has enormous potential and could achieve a reasonably good recovery and positive future if only he would stop standing in his own way! Classic bloke.
I have already had several emotional goodbye hugs from some of the nursing team who are phenomenal and today I am taking in a homemade thank you cake which looks like my inner toddler has made it. We should be used to these farewells by now having already had several of them, but they are always bittersweet; we are delighted to be moving on to the next stage of our journey but we are also sad to be leaving our Boot Camp friends. The last few weeks have been frustrating and unproductive, but for the first couple of months the team undoubtedly helped Jake to make extraordinary strides forward and any frustration is eclipsed by an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
I suspect they may be a little pleased to be rid of us as Jake has decided he can walk. He can’t, of course, which leads to some hilarious / heart stoppingly terrifying moments when he launches himself up and forward. Apparently on Monday the nursing team were in the middle of their daily, slightly rowdy 7 o’clock handover and Jake, whose room is just by the nurses’ station, propelled himself off the bed, careered to the door (about 2 meters), slammed the door shut and sort of staggered backwards onto the bed…I’m told the male nurse looking after him used some rather choice language as he sprinted to the door to check Jake hadn’t ended up on the floor. Poor chap!
I hope they will also miss us a little as we shall certainly miss them. As at every stage of our journey we have experienced patience, love, support, humour and friendship. Let’s hope our new friends at Glenside Manor ‘Hotel’ continue this trend. I’m sure you’ll hear about it if they don’t!