I found out on Wednesday that I'm going to be admitted into hospital again. Shocked is an understatement. I wasn't expecting it at all. Not one bit. Even now it doesn't feel real. I'd gone to hospital for an outpatient appointment in a spasticity clinic with a rehabilitation medicine consultant. I thought it was a case of assessing whether I had spasticity and if so deciding whether to go down the route of Botox injections or muscle relaxants. I thought that was as drastic as it was going to get.. I arrived at my appointment to be greeted by the consultant, another doctor, and a neuro-physio. As some of you know, I have medical/post-hospitalisation PTSD, following some traumatic experiences and an incident where I was treated abusively by 2 members of staff. Hospitals and I don't mix well, so I was pretty anxious. She started taking a bit of history about how I ended up how I am. It's always hard to know where to start given that I've had chronic conditions...