It’s done. Two and a half years of agony are over, and I have a nice, shiny, cemented hip prosthesis. I was so well looked after- even in theatre as they administered the spinal injection that paralysed me from the waist down. I knew nothing after being repositioned on the bed, as someone else was … More And The Hip Is Gone!
That’s what a surgeon decided three weeks ago, when I was taken into A&E sobbing with pain. Not my surgeon, of course, but a surgeon who had been told to operate on me as an emergency. I was given the requested MRI and diagnosed with avascular necrosis – no blood supply to the remains of … More “I Thought It Could Wait”
Goodness, this has been a year hasn’t it! Who’s got Mutant Superpowers for August? I think we all deserve a superpower for getting through this entire mess that has been 2020 so far! Right now I think I’d choose Spidey Sense, because one of my tarantulas is missing! Druid is a massive Lasiodora parahybana (Salmon … More Life, Sobriety and Everything
First things first: I sincerely apologise for the radio silence. I seem to have misplaced my writing mojo since my second hip surgery. I hope that everybody is as well as can be expected in these troubling times, and that you’re all staying safe! Life hasn’t changed that much for me, as in the fact … More Living On Lockdown, And Other Stories
There are some things that Sober Me will never really be able to do again – like walking five miles a day with my favourite music playing through my earbuds, stopping at Sainsbury on the way home to pick up some bits and pieces (such as elderflower cordial). I might be able to do some … More Sober Goals
I don’t remember how long I was sober for, before Iain Duncan Smith took a massive shit on disabled people all over the UK (stress, panic and fear are not conducive to remaining sober when your entire world feels as though it’s ending). I immediately freaked, tried to jump out of the bedroom window, and … More Dry June… And Hopefully Dry Forever
Sometimes it might take what seems like forever, but time does eventually heal – be it emotional healing, or physical. Over the last ten years I’ve had to deal with both, and even more so in the last twelve months. Being physically restricted has a massive impact on the psyche, as well as on the … More Time Heals All Wounds
After my operation last year, I took to drinking gin. That is to say: I started drinking twice as much as usual. Partly to help mask the pain, but also out of pure boredom. There’s nothing worse than being stuck in bed for weeks or even months on end. The problem is, that it takes … More Gin, Or “Mother’s Ruin”
She was fully equipped for the journey. Crutches, wheelchair and her own brand of stubborness. Nothing kept her from doing anything – not even her disability – if she could help it.
If this hadn’t happened to me, I never would have believed it. But it has happened, so here I am to tell you all about it. Last night I forgot that I’m not able to walk in the way that I’m accustomed to. I went for a wee, and then I walked back to … More When Injuries Bring Suprise News