ABSTRACT
This chapter discusses the author's visit back to the Wellington hospital after significant recovery. It also discusses how things look very different in hindsight and meeting and thanking the staff that had treated him in his early days of recovery. The journey of remembrance began once he stepped off the tube. The five-minute walk from the underground station to hospital was very familiar. Once he stepped inside, he was immediately challenged by the burly reception staff. After letting them know that he was expected, he was then permitted to enter the premises. As he took lift further into the hospital, he entered the ward floors with shiny lights, slick floors and a liberal scattering of emergency buttons and cords. His final stop was to visit the man who helped to teach him about the new him, the neuropsychologist who had patiently explained to author how he might choose to mitigate some of the difficulties in his life.
