GUESS WHO?

I still have my kidney stone and that means I am still tanked up on painkillers. The Consultant has assured me that there is a 95% chance the stone will clear itself within a few days. In the meantime I am enjoying the pills and the sleep they induce.

In my experience one should never feel sorry for oneself when entering hospital because you are bound to meet someone in there who is in a worse state than you. This was the case with me. There was a chap in our bay who had come direct from Harefield Hospital. He has genetic heart problems. He had attended a routine clinic in Harefield and woke up 3 months later. During that time his heart stopped and he was technically dead. They gave him a new heart. He then suffered a stroke that paralysed him, including his speech. Then as if that was not enough his kidneys weakened and almost killed him. He has persevered and he can now walk a little. He re-learned how to read and speak. But he is still working on his writing. He is only 40. He has a delicious sense of humour and we teamed up a bit.

What resonated with me was his wife. When she arrived to take him home. She gave him a piercing look of love. Her face did not register sympathy, sorrow or pity. It was love. So, you see he is a very lucky man.

The above is a picture that I stole borrowed from the Mail. The person is famous. Can you guess who he is?