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
It is really no secret to anybody who knows me that I love tea. I like a bog standard “builder’s brew” to wake me up in the morning (I prefer Yorkshire, but Tetley will do in a pinch) but there are different teas, and different ways of taking it. Such as drinking gong fu style. … More Back On The Gong Fu Trail
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”
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
My dear Nan, So much has happened in the years since you crossed over into the the Summerlands. You know some of it, because we met again when I briefly died in ICU and you told me it wasn’t my time. You were right – it’s not my time yet. I also know that it’s … More A Letter To My Nan
I have been so busy trying to find answers for my hip, complaining about horrible consultants through the proper channels and generally being miserable, that I seem to have completly forgotten to post about the fabulous long weekend in August that was Discworld Convention 2018. Since Sir Terry’s passing, the conventions are still running in … More Everything’s Better With Discworld!
My bruises have gone, and my scar is all but healed. However, things are still Quite A Bit Wrong, and seemingly not improving. Things are not supposed to click, crunch or ping when I stand up; things shouldn’t feel as though they’re moving around inside there when I move. I really shouldn’t still be wheelchair-bound … More Hips Don’t Lie, And Other Stories
I shan’t divulge his name because I’m too professional for that and I’m not mean, but I didn’t like the head of physio from the moment I saw him after my hip operation. He extended his hand for me to shake, and it was like clutching limp, soggy lettuce – and I never trust such … More Why I Hated The Physio Guy, And What I Should Have Said To Him
Just so you know, before you open my “read more” thingy, there will be a montage of photos spanning the last three weeks since I broke my hip. If you don’t like bruises or sutures, I suggest you don’t read past the cut. Since breaking my hip I seem to be doing very well. It’s … More On The Mend (Or, I May Actually Be Superhuman)
WARNING: Photographs of injuries, which are explicit in nature. Not for the squeamish.