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
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
A year is a long time, but some hip fractures are more serious than others. I’ve seen a couple of ladies who were on the ward at the same time as I was, and they’re both up and walking. They’re walking differently to how they walked before, but they’re walking.
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
You know that feeling, don’t you. We all do. That feeling where everything is generally turning to poo; when you’re depressed; when you’re disabled; when you’re injured… even when you just generally feel like utter crap.
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
Things are still not right in my hip, and as yet nobody knows why. I was sent for an urgent x-ray two weeks ago and the results are still not in; I’ve called my surgery today and begged them to chase it up. I’m also being referred back to my surgeon, who discharged me months … More Hip Update, Part The… I’ve Lost Count
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