The trip down to town this morning averaged maybe 20km/hr, straight down the Mitchell Freeway.
Then I got a neuro-psych analysis, part of determining whether I can have cranioplasty (sticking my head back together), and I think I did well at it (will find out for certain in a day or two).
Then back to Royal Perth Rehab for my day’s therapy, starting with completing a woodwork unit, a “doll house” bookshelf made mainly from MDF (which the workshop instructor calls “compressed cardboard”), then Speech (thanks, Natalie!) and finally Clnical Psychology (thanks, Gary!) and finally wended my way home by train.