It is also a big step back into my past as I spent three and a half weeks there, most of that time in the Intensive Care Unit.
So imagine how strange it was for me when I returned back there on Wednesday for the first time since leaving, for a review of my progress.
I was looking forward to finally putting some faces to the names that I had heard so much about and thanking those people in person.
Every step we took down Frenchay’s long corridors, my parents and girlfriend had a new and different story to tell about where we were. All these stories they recalled, as we trod the same footsteps they had done months earlier when I was laid out in my bed, recovering.
After checking in with reception, my name was finally called by a friendly American doctor. What was amazing was his genuine surprise at seeing me as I am now as he had just been studying my scans and did not expect me to be in the place I am now, which was a nice feeling.
We all took a seat in his office facing his computer screen where the doctor then proceeded to show us scans of my brain at various stages throughout the bleed and explained what each little blotch and stain was and meant.
It is an unusual experience seeing pictures of your own brain, arguably the most important organ in your body and it is slightly more unnerving when a doctor is pointing to different parts of it and using words such as “damaged”,” affected” and “a concern.”
He did say, however, that if he had to choose where to have a bleed on the brain then it would be the place that I had mine. So although I am incredibly unlucky to have had a bleed in the first place I guess I am lucky to have it where it was.
Following the photo exhibition of my brain, we then went off to the Intensive Care Unit to say hello to a few of the nurses and doctors who had cared so well for me. Then we were taken to the room that held so many memories for my loved ones but absolutely none for me.
It was here that I was finally introduced to the famous nurse Mel.
During my stay in hospital, Mel was the person who my family had got closest to as she re-laid and often translated all of the medical information and jargon coming out of the doctor’s mouths. All of the staff at Frenchay Hospital were absolutely incredible but Mel is a name my family have talked of the most. The care she gave me and my family went far above and beyond her call of duty. So there I was hugging a complete stranger, although she wasn't, not really.
It is a strange experience finally meeting the people who you have heard so much about, you feel like you know them already but what do you say? How do you act? How do you say: “Thank you for saving my life”?
No words will ever be enough but thank you Frenchay, for saving my life.