Monthly Archives: November 2013

If you read the previous post first, this makes more sense ..:)

Russ, 

I spent most of Tuesday hunched over a massive bar heater reading your blog, barking at a group of Albanians and Poles in a language and accent they don’t really understand. No real change then, although the heater is new..


I’ve spent literally hours looking blankly at the bloody laptop trying to figure out what to write. I’m no further forward so I’m just going to wing it.

Plainly you are going through my greatest fear. I am gutted for you and your family.

AND

I know you will all be ok. You have always struck me as a stupidly inspirational guy. (the word order is correct) The love and support you have generated evidenced by your blog alone confirms this. Somehow I reckon that you will now continue to inspire people on an acutely different level. And I am one of them.

Being a builder it’s not often that one comes across stories of “hardness” that don’t involve nail guns and/or tile adhesive – don’t ask. Until one dark winter night in early December 2007…..when my guys called me outside at Riverview Grove at about 7pm, I was expecting some neighbour’s car to be wearing 1/2 tonne of “misplaced” drywall. I really did not expect to see some nutter in cycle pants (sporting the customary racing kayak over the shoulder) passing by post paddle, wet with bare feet.

 

After that no one moaned about much at all.

 

It still makes me laugh every time I put on my thermals in the winter.



All that aside, I need new glasses. Get back to work. Please. 



And, if I can help in any way please just ask.

 

All the best mate

Pete


My weekend.

Well, Wales didn’t beat South Africa…but maybe could have, at least. 

Fireworks, plus bands, plus seeing loads of mates on Friday night, great fun. 
Debs, Neal, Dan , Sas, Larry, Sarah, Pat, Martin, Berj, Jo, Tel, Jade, Colin, Pia, Cliff, Emily, Miles, Olly, Ella and Toby, Emma , Tim, Carolin, Holly, plus Dani, Lily and Amber. I must have left people out!
Thank you so much to the staff at The Park Club for making it so much easier for me to see everything and partake. 
Last year ( as the oldest Big Kid in town, I was jumping up and down with the kids when the bands played ) this year sort of bouncing up and down in the wheelchair wasn’t quite the same, but I made the best of it. 
The fairground rides that I did last year weren’t possible this year; I guess that’s something I’ve got to just accept. 
I saw Cherie, the wonder massage lady on Saturday, followed by the rugby on the telly. Then we went out for dinner ( flagging by now, with Nick and Sophia )
The wheelchair push to the restaurant was straight from Death Ride 2000. 
Why they can’t give me a bloody wheelchair that:
1. Goes in a straight line,
2. Doesn’t weigh a ton,
3. Let’s me sit upright, and
4. Doesn’t scrape against every tiny bump in the pavement , god knows let alone go over kerbs, 
.. I don’t know!
I must have almost been thrown out of the front 50 times on the mile push to Chiswick High Road. 
By the time we got there, Dani and I were both nervous wrecks. 
We decided to get a wheelchair taxi back, to ensure my very survival. 
In the middle of the night poor Dani was quite violently ill, in a food poisoning induced way. 
I lay there for some time desperately hoping I wouldn’t befall the same fate. Just imagine poor Dani having to deal with me projectile vomiting in bed, whils Ill herself….mercifully it didn’t happen. 
Today we went to Camberley in the sunshine to watch Lily score 4 of the goals in Richmond U-13’s  6-0  thrashing of Camberley and Frimley.  
I felt very proud, of Lily and all the girls that played, expertly coached by Rob  Leach. 
Was good to catch up with some of the parents too, especially Martin and Jax. 
You could argue that the weekend wasn’t so very different to pre accident , except I’d have thrown in 4 hours of cycling/ kayaking as well, before. 
The other thing now is that I feel the cold very badly. All my life, well since I was 12, I’ve been cold resistant. 
When I was 12 I decided that I’d not wear my coat or blazer on my 3 mile walk to school any more, I’d carry it but not put it on. If I felt the cold , I’d just mentally tell myself I was warm. After a while it worked and I’d never get cold in the first place. 
The downside was that I was always bloody hot, when everyone else was comfy!
I’ll post another post later, from a friend ( our builder, Pete ) which kinda illustrates that..
Now, I have the cold resilience of a 90 year old lady, and I find that very hard to deal with. Maybe I’ll regain a bit in time..?

From Charlie, Best Man at our wedding:)

Dawks
 
Just read your ”low day blog”.
 
The inspirational part for me is I understand the effort you’re putting in now. You’ve always tried your hardest at everything – you love a challenge – it’s what makes you Russ. And now you face another tough challenge.
 
Silly little story but I remember putting up the rugby posts with you in Cardiff and the old fella who ran Tal-y-bont telling a story about how some huge forward who’d become an internatinal had helped years before – and he’d single handedly bounced the post in the hole to get it in the right spot. Anyway when we put the post in it was in the right spot but you bounced it anyway just to show you could! That drive to succeed is why you will always succeed.
 
Right now, without trying, your personal efforts will be incentivinalising the SM staff and patients. In or out of a chair you’re the same fella and I’m looking forward to seeing your next challenges – physical and mental. 
 
Also should add I’ve been blown away by your amazing mates and the love and support they are giving you. History says I have to love you and Dani tho’ I’ll clearly never verbalise that (!!!) but know also that I seriously respect you both and hold you both in super-high regard.
 
CX
 
 

Charlie Perkins

My Thursday.

Ian and Terry came today, great lads from the Hogarth. 

Ian was the right tit in the Katherine Jenkins spoof video….. A reminder below. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v6PcXzjK2A&feature=youtube_gdata – Video Tube for YouTube – iPhone/iPad
Brilliant to see them, it’s always a proper laugh. 
Pia relieved them ( no, not like that ) and brought me dinner plus Starbucks. 
What a treat 🙂
We’re so close  it’s like having a sister to go with my brilliant brothers. 
Tomorrow I go home. 
You want to see the best fireworks display in West London ? Then head to The Park Club (Acton) tomorrow night ( Friday). There’s a funfair, ‘street food’ stalls and plenty of access to alcohol too. 
Plus, they’ve got Conor Maynard playing … Guaranteed hit with all teenage girls ( plus their mums 😉
It’s the same firework company that did the Queen’s Jubilee celebrations last year, so they seriously know what they’re doing. 
( i’ll be there too.. )
I actually got up a kerb twice in my chair today, and made a foray into the world of rear wheel wheelies…  after my crash 7 days ago I’m not entirely trusting of my skills but it’ll come.. 

What my big brother said. And to me he’ll always be my big brother, looking out for me.

Dear Russ,
It was wonderful to see you last night, I only wish we lived closer so that it could be more often.
Brothers (and I’m sure sisters too) have a genetic, almost psychic bond. When we look at one another, we see beyond the external facade. We pick up on small details; the subtle facial expression, the eye and mouth synchronization, the difference between what you want us to see versus what we really see.
When you wrote in yesterday’s blog you saw the anguish in mine and Stuart’s faces, you were right. That anguish is real and it’s because we can see the despair behind your brave smiles.
I appreciate the need for us all to remain positive, but the reality is we simply can’t comprehend what you must be going through.
As I look at it, you have come through the first phase of your recovery, which is the relief of surviving the accident, the fact you are still alive (when frankly 9 out of 10 people in the same condition would not be). To me it seems you are now in a different phase, which is trying to figure out and come to terms with what kind of life will you lead going forward.
We talk about the good old days, the laughs, the scrapes and the near misses we experienced growing up. We are looking through the rear view mirror, trying to distract ourselves about what happens next, because in truth we don’t really know. I think this is the fear and uncertainty I see in you.
When we were growing up, as I’m sure is natural between brothers in particular, we competed with each other, on almost every level! Who was the faster, who was stronger, who could get the prettier girlfriend, who could buy the better car, it was never ending. This competitiveness was sometimes healthy and sometimes destructive. At times we were the best of friends and at other times we couldn’t stand each other.
As we got older this competitiveness subsided….a bit. But it did resurrect itself from time to time. For example, even as recently as 7 or 8 years ago, for all the wrong reasons you and I had an actual fist fight at a party! (What was I thinking, you could have flattened me!).
Your accident changed everything.
The first time I felt unconditional love, was when Nadia and I became parents. The wave of deep, instinctive love that overwhelms a parent when they first see their new born child.
I feel that way when I look at you now. It’s bizarre and it brings me to tears just thinking about it. Stuart and I are so grateful you are still with us, you can do no wrong in our eyes and we will always be here to support and help you.
I’m sharing this with you because I can sense your despair and fear in what has happened to you. But you should know that’s it’s ok to feel the way you do. This phase will pass Russ and as your brother, I am asking you to try to be patient. Try to overcome your natural sense of urgency and frustration at the time it’s taking for you to gain back your independence. You may have lost half of your body, but you are still twice the man.
Hang in there brother,
Unconditionally yours,
Alwyn
Xx