Morning russ. I loved reading about your USA adventure, great to see you on the snow again where you belong, I reckon you are still faster than me !! It didn’t seem right to intrude upon your family time there but maybe now you are back at SM it is time for people like me who do read your blog continually with a sense of awe to remind you that not only do you have a fantastic close circle of family and friends but also a wider circle of fiends who think of you daily and marvel at how you keep managing to knock those new boundaries down. Stay strong buddy and keep pushing for all the new adventures that still await you. I hope Brian works out to be a better roomie !! Blair
Monthly Archives: January 2014
A Request.
Here again.
I wheeled into my new ward, St Joseph’s, at 2pm, with Dani and my gorgeous Amber.
They were expecting me.
The nurse said ‘ here’s your bed ‘.
Jesus, the bloke, Paul, who has haunted my every night with his interminable snoring at night and total ignorance during the waking hours in my last ward was……. My room mate here in Joseph’s.
I looked at the Paul. I said hello. He just looked away. Same old then..
Even Amber was shocked.
Dani and I had a quiet word with the sister. Please, not again.
It worked.
I’m now in the next room, a wall away from Paul. Thank God, I really couldn’t take any more.
Having said that, who’s to say my new room mate, Brian, won’t be the same after dark?
I’ll soon find out, but at least he’s a friendly soul.
I can’t figure out why people here should choose to be unfriendly, given we’re all a variation on the same tragic theme – spinal damage.
Lots here can walk ( badly ) and lots here have a real chance of physical mobility recovery to some degree.
I don’t, I’m stuck in the chair, but I’ve gotta get better at ‘transferring’ – to beds, cars, seats etc, and to get the right drugs to control the pain I’m in.
And to wheel my chair a lot better too
That’s this month’s objective.
Then they’ll chuck me out.
🙂
Happy New Year!
Back to hospital tomorrow for up to 6 weeks.
A sense of dread is overcoming me.
I’m not ‘ready’ to be home, but I still want to be here.
Just been to see The Hobbit Part 2.
Really good, except I’ve got to sit at the front, practically next to the screen, from where I miss half the peripheral action and feel like the dragon’s main target is me.
Yesterday I powered up my hand held video camera. Guess what was on it?
About 25 clips I’d filmed during the morning of the day I crashed.. Footage of us messing about, the cycling, and the incredible scenery.
I can’t remember ANY of it, so I watched in morbid fascination, knowing that probably 2 hours later my spine was broken and I was in cardiac arrest.
Still, it looked like a top start to the trip. The sun shone, and the banter flowed ( largely from me, as unofficial every year film maker/ commentator ).
Didn’t know I’d shared a room with Q, til I saw the footage.
If I post the video, I’ll edit out shots of his arse, and substitute in Naomi Campbell’s instead.
